Infatuation (King George III xreader)

~11~ Kidnapped by a king

"I can't believe I'm listening to you." She mumbles. "Straight-"

"Straight home, no talking to strangers." I cut her off, taking a step back. "I know. And I'll be fine, I promise. I'll see you first thing tomorrow morning."

"Goodnight, child." Barbara reluctantly calls out with care - her eyes watching my frame step backwards down the street and I send a kind wave her way.

"Farewell, for now, Barbara." I smile, watching her frame begin her short travel back home in the opposite direction.

I turn, gathering together my confidence before it scrambled away altogether - my lungs taking in air as I held my head a little higher and nodded to myself.

It was a walk I took almost every other night. But, in an honest sense I couldn't lie and say I had a brave face as in the back of my mind my nerves began their whispers of doubt.

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The subtle sounds of newly made music was softly dancing through the air - the only thing keeping my thoughts at bay - and the faded glow of lanterns shining down across the distant event was barely seen from where I stood due to the houses and buildings around them.

I was still a good ways away from the gathering that seemed to have turned into a late night ball of sorts.

I could only imagine the laughter, the many bodies of dancing couples illuminated by the light of numerous small flames flickering within lantern incasements.
The center would be the most packed, swirling with the motion of music while dotted around the outsirks of the main street would be those who weren't too fond of dancing, or simply preferred to sit out.

The thought of the more lively social event made my nerves tingle from something other than the blocked out feeling of timid fear - and I couldn't help but let a fragile smile play on my expression.

My pace slows, my eyes drawing themselves over the rooftops painted in a faded orange-yellow hue.

It all made the dark little street I occupied seem all the more barren, lonely, and cold.

"...please be alright."
I almost hadn't heard my whispered words - and despite my knowing that I couldn't let my mind worry over something I couldn't control, I couldn't help but feel guilty.

Maybe the night would've gone differently if I went with him in the beginning - was there by his side.

Forcing my thoughts to a more positive side of things I wondered how differently the night could've been - what my family could've been up to and how long we would have stayed with my bothers being much younger.

My head tilts, a reminiscent smile playing with my lips for just a moment and my head tilts at the image of my mother forcing my sister and I to dance or socialize in some way.
It would've been easy for Lou - she made many things look easy, had that calm confidence I aspired to have some day.

"I'm curious..." I talk softly to myself - fixing my shawl to help give way to the crisp night air. "if the general would've made an appearance as of late- if he's still there now." I shake my head as if to scoff at my last question.
"Come to think of it, he's probably still quite busy."

But then, what about the king?
Would he still have been at the gathering without Washington present?

I frown at the new memories clouding my head - walking at a slow pace.

"I should have thanked him."
My mumbled words held a truth I used to mock my previous actions.

His majesty didn't need to send out more soldiers to help - he didn't even need to offer.