The King Is Dying

Ship - Kingsbury

"Oh Sammy, I'm dying!"

"Sir, you only have a cold,"

"Yes, yes I'm dyinggg,"

Samuel Seabury looked down at the ruler of the British Empire and sighed.

"I call for your doctors, sir,"

"No! Please stay Sammy,"

"But sir-"

"Ohhh Sammy, you're the only one who understands me,"

Samuel frowned. It had been a bad enough day already without the King being ill. Signs of a rebellion from the Americans had increased so much that people were beginning to say that they were on the verge of war.

"Do you want me to tell someone else to retrieve them?"

King George nodded

He walked towards a nearby guard and whispered in his ear, "Call for the doctors and tell them that the King is sick,"

As the guard hurried away, Samuel turned back to George, who was now laying on his throne eating grapes.

"There. The doctors will be here in a few-"

"Sammy?"

Samuel was cut of abruptly by the King, who was looking at him thoughtfully.

"Y-yes your Highness?"

"Come,"

Reluctantly, the messenger walked towards the throne and looked at George expectantly.

"My cheek hurts,"

"I-I'm sorry, what?"

"It hurts. Can you kiss it better?"

"Sir!"

George shrugged and popped a grape into his mouth.

"I am the King, Samuel,"

Blushing furiously, Samuel kneeled down and kissed him on the cheek, then turned away immediately, heart pumping at an inhuman speed.

"Where are you going?" asked George.

"T-to see if the doctors have arrived s-sir,"

As Samuel rushed out of the room, he didn't see the King grinning behind him, nor did he hear him ask the guards to cancel the doctors visit because he mysteriously felt better.