My loyal, royal subject - Kingbury

Chapter 17

(Time skip to when Sammy boi gets to Britain brought to you by...Spaghetti and YEETBALLS!)

Sam couldn't help but grin as he stepped off the ship, walking along the dock. The 4-day long boat ride had been incredibly comfortable, yet still almost unbearable. When he arrived, it was almost evening, but that just meant he could rest as soon as possible. He hadn't slept the whole boat ride, being too excited.

A guard approached him, leading him to a fancy carriage. Sam looked at it in awe. It was like something from a fairy tale, with a gold trim and pristine white walls. The guard even opened the door for him, which was shocking to Sam. Nobody ever treated him this well! He climbed into the carriage, thanking the guard, or whatever the person who was helping him was.

As the carriage began to move, Sam smiled and stared out the window. Everything worked out. He survived his short time in America, though is had been more...eventful than he had expected. And he would never have to see that Alexander Hamilton guy again, luckily.

Before he even knew it, the carriage had arrived at the castle. It slowed to a halt, and Sam waited for a moment before opening the door, climbing out. He fell flat on the ground, stumbling over the little step on the side of the carriage. Embarrassed, he stood up and brushed himself off. He looked up, his eyes filled with wonder.

The castle wall tall, it's whitish-grey walls stretching higher than Samuel had ever seen, with tall towers and stained glass windows. He kept looking up as he climbed the steps, running his hand along the small barrier on the edge of the stairs. It was concrete, with ivy vines growing along the sides and weaving over the top, intertwining with thorns that were dulled by the stone.

As he approached the castle doors, two of the guards noticed him, and recognized him from the description the king had given them. They bowed, opening the large doors. Slowly, Samuel walked inside, and though this castle was familiar to him, he had never been so grateful to be in it, so he took in every detail like it was new.

He barely spotted the familiar face of the king as he was quickly embraced in a tight hug, and he hugged back immediately.

"Samuel! Oh, I'm so glad that you're back! I missed you!" The king exclaimed gleefully, still hugging Samuel tightly. The shorter, ginger-haired boy grinned, resisting the urge to squeal in happiness.

"I missed you too, your highness!" Samuel mumbled into George's shoulder, smiling widely. He finally was getting what he had wanted for a while now. George pulled away, though he kept a hand on Sam's shoulder.

"Please, call me George! There's no need for you to address me so formally!" George told him, and Sam nodded.

"Well, let's show you to your room!" George said, beginning to walk Sam down one of the castles many hallways. Sam could barely keep up with the king's fast walking pace, and he was jogging just to stay walking next to him.

In his eagerness to keep up with the king, he subconsciously slipped his hand into George's, intertwining their fingers.

"Oh my gosh, I'm-I'm so sorry, George I didn't mean to-" He apologized profusely, but as he was about to pull his hand away, George squeezed it reassuringly.

"Sam, it's okay! It's... it's nice." George got quiter towards the end of his sentence, blushing lightly and averting his eyes. He could feel his heart flutter a bit, and he looked at Sam, smiling. Sam smiled back, and the two kept walking, still holding hands.

After a minute or two, they reached Sam's room. George took a key from his pocket, unlocking the door before handing it to Sam, who opened the door and stepped inside.

The room had nice carpeting, and the walls had a thin orange trim along the bottom, which complimented the eggshell white walls. The bed had the same type of blankets as his temporary bed on the ship, and he immediately ran and flopped onto the large, soft comforter. George couldn't help but grin, walking into the room and sitting down next to Sam. The pair sat in comfortable silence for a bit, before Samuel finally broke it.

"So, George, y'know how we have...mutual romantic feelings for each other? What are we...what are we gonna do about that?" He asked, sitting up and pulling his knees up to his chest. George thought for a moment.

"Well, we could start by just talking? Getting to know each other properly as equals, and then we could..start dating, I guess?" He suggested, and Sam nodded again.

"Yeah. So, uh...what have you been up to while I was gone?" Sam started the questions, nervously fiddling with his scarf.

"I've been meeting with foreign officials, having meetings, and..." George remembered the few days he spent crying in his room because he thought Samuel was dead, "I also spent a few days just r-relaxing. What about you, Sam?" He finished, stuttering over his lie.

"America was...interesting. I barely got to do what you told me to do in America, sorry. As you know, I got shot in the arm. That was fun." Sam said the last bit sarcastically, raising his right arm and chuckling.

The two talked for a while. They missed talking about life and other stuff. George had been pretty socially isolated his whole life, due to being royalty, and Sam was just pretty unlikeable to most people. But they had each other now. After a bit, they got on the topic of romance, and George stared deeply in Sam's eyes.

"Can I..?" Sam asked hesitantly, and George beamed at him.

"O-of course." He stuttered. He had been dreaming of this since he developed feelings for Samuel. The ginger-haired boy put a hand on the side of George's face, slowly moving closer until their lips touched, and they kissed gently, neither of them having done this before.

In Sam's mind, it felt like fireworks were going off. He was so happy, his dreams were finally coming true! This was everything he'd wanted. George felt the exact same, and after the two pulled away, they were both grinning madly. Sam leaned back again, flopping onto his bed. George curled up next to him, still grinning.

And the two just stayed like that, content as long as the other was there.

And everything was perfect.