3,000 Miles Away (King George III x Reader)

Chapter 17

The General stood up and gently grabbed my face.

"This will only hurt a little bit. It's a sharp knife." He took the dagger and made a rather deep incision on my face.

The cut went from next to the corner of my left eye, onto the bridge of my nose. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Blood started dripping down my face. Washington handed me a handkerchief. I put it to my wound.

"It'll be harder to recognize you with a scar." Washington took me out through the backside of the tent.

He then led me to a medical tent. Two nurses came out and saluted.

"Make sure the wound scars. Don't ask questions." Washington basically handed me off to the nurses.

"You poor thang, we will take care of you." A short, brown haired lady patted my back.

"We're just gonna clean the wound." Another woman said from behind me.

They laid me on a table, and started to rub alcohol on it. The cut stopped bleeding. All I was left with was a wide open gash on my face.

"Try not to get anythang in there." The short lady handed me a mirror.

I looked in it to see a tired looking Y/N. My eyes had big bags around them and now a cut next to the left one. I smiled, cause I looked like a bad*ss.

"Thank you, you nurses are too kind." I grinned at them.

They giggled with each other and blushed.

"And you're too handsome, sir." The other woman giggled again.

Oh great, I forgot I'm a "man". And now girls are chasing after me. I live a wild life.

I stepped out of the medical tent and towards Lafayette and Steven. They were on horses. Mine was still waiting patiently for me.

The two men gave me a concerned look after seeing my face.

"Monsieur, you're face, it's..." Lafayette started.

"Relax, I tripped and cut my face on the table in the tent. The General saw me to the medical tent and here I am." I forced a smile.

They didn't question me. Instead, Steven turned and led the way to Boston. Lafayette and I followed behind.

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Once we delivered the letter to Boston, we were back on our way to Rhode Island. The trip there felt like it was a lot shorter than our way from it.

General Greene ordered ships to prepare for that attack. Even thought twenty ships is a lot, we still had enough for a big fleet to go out and attack the British elsewhere. So, that's what we did.

We set out for the Caribbean again. Talbot went with us, but Lafayette didn't. The battle was more ferocious than the last time, but my ship didn't even come close to sinking. Maneuvering the ship around was too easy. The British are so predictable.

However, one canon hit two of my men, and we had to let them go. Other than that, my ship destroyed about ten. That's a lot for one American boat.

We soon found ourselves sailing back home. I had time to lose myself in my thoughts. My mind went back to George. Why do I miss him? God help me when he finds out what I'm doing over here. He's probably going mad right about now without me.

King George's P.O.V.:

I'm going mad right now without her. I haven't gotten out of my bed for three days now. Only my top three advisors and head maid know. They made sure nobody else knew I haven't been doing my kingly duties.

All I could do was dream of her. Either they were of me holding her close to me, or of her betraying me and becoming a rebel. My intuition tells me that she is a rebel. I'm too scared to know the truth.

If she was a soldier, I wish her the best anyways. She would be a bad*ss, not taking any sh*t from anybody.

Speaking of the war, my surprise attack on Boston Harbor better shall not fail me. Only one Captain had my orders on paper. He better not lose them or tell anybody besides the fleet attacking.

Maybe I ought to pay a visit to the colonies. I'd love to watch Massachusetts fall before me. Yes, that's what I'll do.

I got up out of bed with my newfound motivation. I got dressed and skipped out of my bedroom, towards the army barracks.

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"Wilford! I want one more ship added to the fleet to Boston." I slammed the door open to the Captain's quarters.

"Right away my king! Another fighter, your Majesty?" The large, bearded man bowed his head.

"No, a personal one for me. I want to personally watch the fall of Boston Harbor."

"Sire, are you sure? It's too dangerous."

"I'm absolutely positive. Do not question your king."

"Yes, I'm so very sorry, your Majesty. I will make it happen."

"You will make it happen now. The fleet left a few days ago. And I don't want to be late."