SAMUELS POV

I stood at the port, taking in the sight of London. It was as beautiful as I remembered. The streets flooded with carriages and dashing people. You could feel the energy of the city, new and radiant. "God why did I ever leave"? I mummbled to myself, breathing in the sweet and productive air. "Take those to my carriage. And be quick". I heard Georges authoritive tone order behind me. I laughed inwardly at the sassy tone. As the carriage pulled up George strode to my side and opened the door. "After you". I blushed 'Why am I so special? Why does he treat me this way? Not that I am complaining...'. I nodded a thanks and quickly hopped in. As soon as George was in the carriage we were off. I couldnt help but tap my foot, giddyness takeing me over. I felt a warm reassuring hand pat my knee. "Please do not worry yourself. You shall love the palace and live in luxory! And you'll soon climb to the top, I know it". I smiled "Thank you. I'm really not nervous, just excited I suppose". George nodded "Good. I hope you havent been...reconcidering"? George's face took on an anxious look, ouzzling me further. I wasn't that valuable...so why is he so uneasy? "No, I have no intentions of leaving ever again. Especially with this new job". George broke into a relieved smile. "Alright then. Good". We sat in peacful silence. I glanced at him, my mind wandering. 'Why does it feel like we've known eachother for a lifetime? Why does he treat me so special? Who am I to him, the king of England? And why....why do I feel so good around him? He makes me so happy, and I have only known him for less than a week! What could this be?' "SAMUEL"! I jumped at Georges loud call, shaking me from my thoughts. George rolled his eyes "I have called your name 3 times". I blinked "Apologies. What is it"? George gestured to my window. Slightly confused I looked. I gasped "Oh my..." The carriage slowly pulled into a large palace. It was elegant, charming and looked EXTREMELY high up. The colors were bright and appealing, the sun glittering off of some of the gold trimming. Large hedges ran adjacent to the palace, adding on to the over whelming beauty. Gaurds in sharp uniforms lined up infront of the enterance, one gaurd opening the door for George and I. They stood at attention as George elegantly swished by, me following after him a bit awkwardly. "Welcome home my King". A maid dipped gracefully and a few butlers bowing. George snapped at the nurse "Prepare this gentleman's room. One of the finest guest ones. Go". They scurried away swiftly at their King's command. The ceiling was high and the halls seemed to be large and maze-like. George turned to me, his authoritive facade slightly dropping, and held out his arms. "Welcome to my- well your home"! I took anogher look around. I was still astonished that this lovely palace was now my home. "Thank you. Its...Its..." I looked back at his face. For some reason he looked at me with baited breathe, eagerly wanting my approval. I couldnt help my blush at his adorable features. "Absolutely marvolous". His proud smile was infectious as he started walking. "Yes, it is quite extraordinary. Now, these halls over there," he gestured to the other interlocking halls to his left "Lead to the maid/butler quarters. Also the kitchen, laundry room, etc. You obviously wont need to go down those". I nodded trying to keep up with his brisk pace. "The next hallway to your left leads to a stair case which then leads to my bed chambers, study, library, garden, and much more. You are free to go to the library, garden, or whatever whenever you wish". He then took a sharp right on a hallway. "This hallway leads to the guest rooms and ballroom". He guided me to one room inparticular, glaring a tideying maid out of the room. "And this is your living quaters". The bed was a queen size, and had a tapestry hung over where delicate silk cascaded down. Three large windows filled the room with light, a desk sitting near one. Where the desk sat a door was there beside it, either a closet or bathroom. I decided bathroom once I saw a smaller door on the right side of the bed, also where a nightstand stood. There was a small cabinet near the door where we were filled with books. "Wow thank you"! George puffed out his chest "It is no problem to me. I am so glad you enjoy it. I'll leave you to settle, I will see you soon". He straightened his robes and strode off purposefully. I wont deny that I snuck a glance at his lower region. Quickly shaking my head I looked back at my room. I entered and set my small back pack down. The room smelled crisp and fresh. Sort of like freshly cut flowers. I delicately grazed the book-shelf. I felt like I couldnt touch anything, it was all so grand. 'God it would be a crime to touch anything'. I settled for sitting at the desk, my old Shakespear book in my hand. I slipped on my glasses and dove in, trying to get a grip on my surreal new life....

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