SORRY FOR LONG-ASS TITLE.

SAMUELS POV

"Sir, your meal is waiting". I glanced up from my book. 'Was it night already?' I took off my glasses and rubbed my eyes. "Thank you. Could you, um, direct me to where that is perhaps"? The lady sent me a kind smile and curtsied. "Of course sir". I stood and followed her out the door. "Do call me Samuel". She nodded again. "Of course Samuel". She extended her arm to the huge doors at the end of the hall. "Thank you miss..."? "My name is Mrs. Lila". She looked about in her late 30's early 40's. She had beautiful grey hair that sat in a pretty bun atop head. She was smaller than I but had that stern, motherly feel. I bowed "Thank you Mrs. Lila". She curtsied once more and then went off. Before she could leave I quickly called "Mrs. Lila! Erm, is Geor- I mean, the King in there by any chance"? She sent me a knowing look that made me blush in embarresment. "Yes. Yes he is". I nodded and nawed my lip. "Thank you". She laughed, dropping the maid act "No problem dear". I smiled back at her, I dare say I like that woman. Once gone I checked myself over, straightening everything out. I took a deep breathe and made my way to the doors. I opened them and silently let myself in, closing them behind me. I was suprised when I saw many other men sitting with the George. A pang of jealousy and dissheartenning went through me as I saw a handsome bloke chattering with George. Although, George's eyes looked a little dull. No less, he cant woo MY George! 'Wait what? Samuel stop that. Why are you jealous? Control yourself'. I checked my wierd emotions and approached the table. The table was filled with old and young men alike, however they were all above my age. I caught George's eyes and saw his own light up. "Ah, Samuel! Come! Come sit! Everyone this is our new advisor, Samuel". As I went to the George's right side, I felt as if I were being viewed by sharks. All watching, waiting for me to spill a single drop of blood. Their eyes sharp and persecuting, sizing me up. I held myself up and chin high and sat down. They all mumbled greetings and gradually resumed their meal. "So are you settling well Samuel". I looked across the table at the bloke who had been talking with George earlier. He was a little above my age, not by much. He was handsome, in an annoying way. He said my name in a sly way, as if he had just mentioned an inside joke I wasnt apart of. I clenched my teeth and started cutting my food. "Yes I am thank you. And you are..."? He smirked, which made my fingers itch. "Lucas. Lucas Dryery". He extended a hand that I reluctantly shook. "So, your highness, where did you find Samuel"? I gripped my fork as he gave George a discreet flirty look. And why did he say it that way, I am not a stray! He didnt find me on the side of the street, like I was a piece of trash! George took no notice of Lucas's flirty and slightly rude manor and swallowed down his food. "We have actually been writing to eachother for a year or so. I decided I wanted his bright mind on my court and set out for America. He, thankfully, agreed to come back to England and be my advisor". He sent me a sweet smile that I returned. "America! Wow how exciting". I tried not to glare at his flirtasouse voice and sly, snarky looks at me. This man irritated me to no end. Lucas continued "Ive heard some rumors about America. How did you manage"? I set my utensiles down "Well there were some people who don't agree with the King's rule. So I had a hard time deba-". "Wow, truley enthralling. Now my King, have you-"? Lucas interrupted as he kept talking to George, slyly moving his hand to his forearm once in a while. How dare he! HOW DARE HE! I growled and stood up, chair scraping loudly backwards. I glared at Lucas, him smirking back. "If you'll excuse me". I turned on my heel and quickly went out of the room. 'Damn it Samuel! He wanted that!'. I groaned as I went into the restroom, looking into the polished mirror. The sharks have now seen my weakness, and have the advantage. I patted my face a few times and took a deep breathe. I exited the bathroom but collided with someone. "Oh! Oh im so sorry-". I stopped as Lucas stood there, arms crossed. Smirking like the fucker he is. "No, please, my apologies. It seems I troubled you in there". I clapsed my hands tightly behind my back. "No it is not you. Im fine I assure you". Lucas snorted "Listen Samuel. It took me a very long time to get in the position Im in. Since I was 13 years old. And I am NOT about to have some washed up, backstreet commoner take away my position. So, here this and here it well, Do NOT get in my way". I stood my ground as he towered over me, menacing. I glared right back, growling "Take your own advice". I shouldered past him and went to the dining hall. I strode in and sat next to George again, quickly wanting this meal to be over. "Are you well Samuel"? George looked at me, concerned. I blushed with a smile, him making me feel instantl better. "Yes, I am. Don't fret". With that he resumed his meal and so did I. Finally the diner ended and I went as fast as I could to leave. "Samuel"! I turned as George came to my side. "Would you like me to walk you to your room? I, uhm, know it can all be confusing". I nodded "Of course". As we walked George talked about the garden and wanting to show it to me tomorrow. "That sounds like a grand time George". He smiled. We finally reached my room, something I had been dreading. I didn't want to stop talking to him. "Well, good night Samuel". I opened my door and looked back at him. "Good night". I shut the door, his songful voice still ringing in my ears, his deep soulful eyes still piercing my heart. In a sort of happy, love sick daze I threw on my bed time attire and slipped into the cool sheets. I closed my eyes, George's smile lingering there. I smiled myself, drifting into happy dreams of me and George. And punching Lucas in his jaw.

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