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"Your Highness, Lieutenant Blurrish has returned from his trip and has requested an audience with you."

Oh how these words filled George with delight. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips and he didn't look at the guard as he said "Let him in. I wish to speak with him alone, everyone else is ordered to leave."

The guard saluted and then turned to get Blurrish. 

George remained seated lazily in his throne, his stone cold gaze fixed on the Lieutenant as he entered the room. 

"Speak, Lieutenant. Have you done what I have ordered you to do?", George asked and watched with amusement as Blurrish gulped, obviously anxious about this confrontation.

"Yes, my lord. The Princess has been ridded of. She is being buried as we speak, I assume," Blurrish spoke with a shaky voice.

George raised an eyebrow at the soldier before him and spoke "Assume? Do you assume or do you know?"

"What do you mean, your Highness?", Blurrish asked, confused as to what George meant.

"I mean, do you assume or do you know that the Princess is dead. Has she died in front of your eyes?", George asked and the look in his eyes just dared Blurrish to say something wrong.

Blurrish gulped, but then stood a little straighter and said "She has passed in front of my eyes, my lord."

A smirk spread on George's lips once again and he leaned back in his seat again, clearly satisfied with the current situation. His sister in law, dead. Finally out of the picture and no threat to him anymore.

Little did he know though, that in just that moment, Y/N finally opened her eyes again.

John had been restless the whole week. He had barely slept, barely eaten, barely communicated with anyone in the household. He stayed at Y/N's side the whole week, wanting to be there when she would wake up.

"John, you need to get some sleep," Alexander spoke up from behind him with a sigh.

Alexander was just as worried as John was, that stood out of question. After all, it was his twin sister that was laying on the brink of death here. But Alex was forced to sleep and eat by Eliza. He would occasionally watch over his sister, while Eliza made sure John finally ate something.

"No, I'm fine. She'll need someone by her side when she wakes," John mumbled, his eyes not leaving Y/N's fragile, sleeping frame, his thumb gently brushing across the back of her hand. He gently raised her hand to press a soft kiss to the back of it, whispering "You'll be fine, love, you'll be okay."

Alex felt his heart tighten at the sight of his best friend and his sister like that. Not in any sort of disapproval, but in fear of what might happen to John if Y/N shouldn't make it. Or what would happen to himself if she shouldn't make it.

"John, please. At least eat something. I'll keep watch over her, I swear," Alex said and approached him, laying a hand on John's shoulder, but John simply shook his head and said "No, I'm fine. I can watch over her a little longer."

Alex thought of something to reply, but instead he only sighed and turned around to leave the room. John's gasp pulled him back though "Y/N!"

Alex spun around and felt all the weight of the world leave his shoulders at the sight of Y/N's eyes fixed on John and a weak smile resting on her lips. 

"John," Y/N whispered, squeezing his hand softly. John let out a laugh of relief, tears prickling in his eyes and rolling down his cheeks without hesitation. He leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to her forehead, before resting his forehead against hers, staring into her blue eyes with so much love, Y/N felt her heart going warm.

Alex thought for a moment, but then decided to leave the two of them be and have a moment for themselves. He knew they needed to talk, and he had all the time in the world to talk to his sister later on.

"You're okay," John whispered and laughed softly "You're okay!"

Y/N giggled softly and replied "Yeah, seems like it." John sniffled slightly, his smile so bright that it started hurting his cheeks. 

"You had me so worried," John said "I was so scared you were going to-", he couldn't finish his sentence, as a sob shook him just at the thought of what he would have said.

Y/N smiled and brought her hand up to his cheek, gently caressing his cheekbone with a soft motion of her thumb, whispering "John, I'm okay. I'm alive, we're alive, all is good."

John's eyes widened a little and he looked at her just mildly shocked as he then asked "You knew?"

Y/N bit her lip and averted her gaze "I was scared of telling you. George is after my life and I didn't want to tell you of this child if I would have been killed before I would have had the chance of giving birth to it."

John's eyes filled with sorrow and now tears also threatened to roll down Y/N's cheeks.

"Oh, Y/N," John whispered and pressed a soft kiss to her lips "You should have told me. I will protect you with my life if I have to. You are everything I wanted and needed and the fact that you will bless us with a child is just ... I cannot put my feelings into words. But I want you to know that I love you, and our child, and I would singlehandedly kill the whole British army if it meant to keep you safe."

A tear now rolled down Y/N's cheek and she smiled softly "How did I deserve you?"

John chuckled softly and shrugged "I don't know."

Y/N giggled and replied "I love you so much. And don't worry, even if I'm nine months pregnant, I will still kick British asses."

"I know you will and that is also one of the many reasons why I love you so fucking much," John said and brushed a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. Y/N leaned into his touch a little, as he then rested his hand on her cheek.

"I love you more, John, now don't argue with me or I will throw out Mr Turtle," Y/N said, to which John frowned and said "What about Mr Turtle? I gave him back last week!" 

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did."

"Should you lie to me?"

"No."

"You still keep Mr Turtle in his cage, filled with tiny blankets and pillows and a bowl for food and one for water. His cage is on the spare table in your office right next to your desk and you talk to him whenever you need inspiration to write."

John blushed in embarrassment and looked away.

Y/N only giggled and gently pulled his face back to face her and whispered "But even that crazy, childish cuteness of yours makes me love you so much more, John Laurens."

John pouted slightly and mumbled "I'm not a child."

Y/N grinned and shook her head in silent laughter, pressing her lips to his to keep him from arguing with her any further.

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