The King and I (Hamilton: King George III x Reader)

Meeting M'lady

George's POV:
I was off on one of my tangents about the rebellion, (close to revolution), in the American colonies when a servant came up to me and broke me out of what I've been told is a very entertaining and surprisingly musical rant.

"Your majesty, Lady Y/N of Ireland has just arrived and is waiting in the main hall." "She's here already? Well, send her in.", I said to the servant, who nodded and left the room, quickly coming back with Lady Y/N behind her.

My jaw dropped slightly and my cheeks began to gain heat and turn red when I saw her for the first time. She was beautiful, with shiny h/c h/l hair that was put into a h/s and glistening e/c eyes, and plump, full lips decorated in red lipstick that made me bite my inner cheek. Her skin was fair and lightly littered with hazelnut freckles, and her small smile and composition made my heart flutter.

"Umm...your majesty? Are you alright?", Y/N asked me in her strong yet gentle Irish accent as I stood there, jaw dropped as I have mentioned and also blankly staring at her beauty like a prat.

Y/N came closer to me and lightly tapped on my shoulder, breaking me from my trance. "Oh! Umm...yes, I'm very good! How are you m'lady?", I ask quickly. "I've been doing very well your majesty. But as you know I've come here to discuss lowering the taxes in Ireland to an at least reasonable degree, so should we not be doing that now?", Y/N asks me.

"Oh yes, of course! Follow me m'lady.", I told her as I started towards my private study, Y/N following behind me. I sat down at my desk and gestured for her to sit at one of the two chairs facing mine. Y/N gathered up her skirts and sat down in one of the chairs before speaking, "Your majesty, a majority opinion in Ireland is that the tax on British goods such as textiles is most unreasonable and needs to be lowered. Most agree that a small tax decrease would satisfy them, so through multiple petitions, the whole of Ireland has decided upon a decrease of 5% as what they wish to lower the taxes to.", Y/N says to me with her hands in her lap, her face serious.

"Well I see the concern m'lady, and I would be happy to lower the taxes of some goods, textiles being one of them, but I simply cannot lower all taxes for Ireland. If you are unaware the American colonies are close to revolution, so we need all the money we can obtain to pay for a possible war effort.", I give my rebuttal, subtly gazing into her eyes, blushing slightly still.

"I am perfectly aware of the current situation with the American colonies your majesty, and that is perfectly alright. We only wish for you to lower the tax on textiles and a few less important products at the moment.", she gives a soft smile, and I turn as red as my robes.

Y/N notices my blush and looks at me, confused, "Your majesty? Are you alright? You are very red.", she says to me, looking slightly worried. "Hmm? Oh...umm...i-it's nothing...", I stutter, now trying to hide my blush. Y/N leans forward and looks into my eyes, "Are you blushing your majesty?", she asks, confused as to why I'm as red as a beetroot at the moment.

"Yes...", I say nervously. "Why? What is there to cause you to do so your majesty?", Y/N asks me, and I stop trying to hide my blush, realizing it is pointless to do so as I respond, "Is it not obvious? I am blushing because of you m'lady.", I say, now smiling softly at Y/N, who is blushing now herself because of my words, and when she smiles back, I know it. She is mine, and I need to make sure we are together.