Hidden beneath the shadow in the very furthest corner of the royal library, the maze of books provides a cover from the outside world. From the war, from all the responsibilities. Now, you are everything George wants to focus on.

"Shhh!"

George shushes you by placing a finger on your lips as you cannot seem to stop giggling, but soon, a series of chuckles leaves his own mouth. It is incredibly rare to see the king of Great Britain be so at peace, without the heavy crown on his head. It isn't the king now, it's just George.

He pulls away from you, a cheeky smile adorning his handsome face. Sometimes, he can't believe it, that he is breaking the royal protocol, but God, is it thrilling! What an amusing sight to have the young maid in front of him, giggling nervously and yet never pulling away, allowing his royal majesty to do as he pleases.

Your jumpiness is contagious, George has to admit. He can't tear his eyes off of you. "You are so dangerous to my empire. Perhaps I should just have you locked up. That would serve you right, hm?"