Butler PT. 3
Part 1: https://ninjoots.tumblr.com/post/161375921206/butler
Part 2: https://ninjoots.tumblr.com/post/161379540051/butler-pt2
It was when the rope broke that Aaron began to panic.
The end of the makeshift rope ended up being torn. Turns out, women’s clothing is not all that hard to tear up. The baby blue dress was now in two pieces, the smaller piece being what he was left. There had to be, what, 25-30 feet left before the ground? There was no way he could do that.
“Well, well, well!! Look what we have here!! An angel in the sky!!”
Busted.
Aaron looked down to see the King in his pajamas and bathrobe. His crown was shining atop his head as usual, and he carried a bright shining lantern. Now, he didn’t really have a plan B for what to do, but there was no way in hell Aaron was going back up or directly down into their arms.
The king called, “Aaron! Why don’t you come on down! If you surrender, I might have some mercy over your beautiful soul~” A shudder ran up Aaron’s spine and he groaned in annoyance at the King’s attempt at flirting. He adjusted his hands on the rope, starting to lose grip due to his sweaty hands.
Aaron shouted, “You’re kinda a psychopathic lunatic! I feel uncomfortable here!!” He began shuffling back up. “And I hate you!!” But back at the window there were 3 royal guards looking down at him. The one on the left looked like he was ready to cut Aaron down, the middle looked tired, and the right one wanted to pull him back up.
So he was stuck.
“Surrender to me, Aaron! You’re my personal butler and that’s final! My own little stress ball to relieve all my tension on!!” The king giggled. Aaron found that to sound terrifying (and kinky) so he began swinging the rope back and forth, praying he could reach the lake from there.
There was a breeze in the air, assisting his plan in a wonderful way. King watched him and snapped his fingers at the guards above. They got the signal and began pulling him up, ruining his plan.
Aaron was getting closer to the guards and farther from the ground. He huffed, took a deep breath, and let go of the rope, falling to the ground. Lots of noise filled his ears. The guards gasping in surprise, bishop Seabury praying to God for his safety, and the King rushing forward.
King George’s eyes went wide when he saw Aaron let go of the escape rope. When nobody moved, he dived to his knees just in time to catch Aaron and ruin his clothes. The guards quickly ran over to assist their king, but the King hissed and growled at them. He stood up with Aaron bridal style in his arms, unconscious. George didn’t recall Aaron hitting anything, so he assumed the boy passed out from fear, not a concussion.
“Alright,” He snapped, “Stop crowding around me and get back to your positions at the gate. Now!! I’ll take him to my own bedroom so he may rest peacefully with no interruption!! Am I understood?!”
The guards nodded, bowed, and ran away to their positions. George sighed and kissed Aaron’s cheek. He walked back into the castle and all the way up the stairs to Aaron’s room. He got a soft, lilac night gown and changed Aaron into it. After that terribly difficult task was done, he laid Aaron in bed and tucked him in.
“Thank…” Aaron mumbled, opening his eyes a little. George snickered. The boy didn’t even finish his sentence properly.
George smiled and whispered, “Rest my princess. I’m going to have you trying on dresses tomorrow. Well, if I ever have free time tomorrow. 6 meetings oh boy!” Aaron smiled up at him and giggled. He was so loopy and barely able to pay attention. George wasn’t even sure if Aaron knew it was him.
“I’m a prince.” Aaron mumbled, burying his head in one of the pillows. “I’m not a princess anymore.”
George froze.
Anymore…
He stared at Aaron and looked at his facial features. There was no way he could be…
He shook his head and stood up. No. He wasn’t going to get nosy with Aaron’s past. George would probably ask about it another time. After all, Aaron was very tired, he could just be babbling off nonsense. So, the king left Aaron alone, making sure to shut off the light before he went back to bed.
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King George found Aaron Burr wandering the halls in nothing but his nightgown and some socks. It was quite the site to see in the morning, and George thought it was a great way to start his day.
“Is there a reason you’re up, Aaron?” George asked, catching his attention. Aaron blushed and pulled his gown down a bit. It went just above his knees, but he still didn’t like it.
He stuttered, “Yes, I, um, I wanted to know where the, where the bathroom is. This place is a maze. K-Kinda funny that such a narcissistic, lonely bastard would need so much space. Room for all of your ego I suppose?” George smiled, ignored his insult, and pointed down the hall to a baby blue door. Aaron gave him a small, nervous smile before he rushed away to the bathroom. The door slammed closed behind him, and that was when George noticed he had something in his hand.
Aaron popped the lid off of the small bottle and counted. It had just occurred to him that morning that unless he told the King about his… issue, then he would run out of medicine. There was no way Lafayette could send him more of the stuff, whatever he called it, and so he was done for.
King narrowed his eyes when he put his ear against the door, only to hear the unscrewing or screwing of a lid. “Aaron, what’re you doing in there?” George asked, jiggling the door knob.
Aaron gasped and quickly hid the bottle in his sock. The sock was loose and baggy enough that he didn’t think anybody would notice at first glance. He flushed the toilet for good measure, unlocked the door, and opened it.
“Hmm?” He looked at the suspicious king, praying he didn’t look at Aaron’s feet.
“You were…” George placed a hand on Aaron’s cheek. “You were worrying me, my dear butler. I thought you were sick. After all, that was quite the fall you had last night.”
Aaron blushed and nodded a bit. “Yes, well, um,” He trailed off. George stepped closer to him, wrapping one arm around his waist. Aaron’s eyes fluttered shut as King leaned in, their lips brushing together. Surprisingly, Aaron found himself wanting George to lean in closer.
“Don’t lie to me, Aaron Burr. You may be cute, but I can and will send you straight to the guillotine if I find you lying.” George pulled away and began walking down the hall to his office. Aaron watched him go. The echo of king’s heels clicking on the floor seemed to hypnotize him in a way.
Aaron went back to his room and got dressed in his uniform, ready to start his day of work. Because of his escape last night, he was most likely going to have to work even harder that day in order to gain his trust back.
He looked in the large mirror on the wall at himself. Slowly, he pulled off the lilac gown and dropped it to the floor. The war scars along his body were still there, as usual, along with his surgery stitches. Aaron sighed and began getting his uniform on.
After some thought, Aaron Burr decided that everything about King George III was hypnotizing.
