Revolution (Hamilton)

Daggers

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I see Richard shoot daggers to me with his eyes. His gaze shifting from me to the king, who is now letting me go to have another dance with the queen. I take one look at Kate who is still looking at Richard with a terrified look on her face. Oh my god I want to kill this man. Memories of the night that Jimmy was killed come flooding back and I feel tears well up. I see Richard coming to talk to me so I abruptly turn around and leave the room. I have to leave now, Richard will undoubtedly give away my position to George or at least my real name, which in Georges case is enough to have me beheaded. I run towards my room, my heart and head racing. I gather all my papers and stuff and put in in my backpack, I hadn't gathered as much information as I wanted, but this will just have to do. When I put on my jacket, I suddenly see the door open. I freeze up, not sure if I should hide or attack. Georges face appears in the door opening and I let out a deep breath, relieved that it isn't Richard. ''What is going on my red rose. Are you leaving?'' he worriedly asks, stepping forward into the candlelight. My mind comes up with a simple lie that any fool could see trough. My acting has to be on point if I want him to believe.

''I am so sorry George, I couldn't bear to see you so happy with the queen'' I choke out, letting fake tears fall out of my eyes. He walks over to me taking my hand in his. ''My red rose, you have nothing to fear. My heart is hers in name only. It really belongs to you'' he reassures me kissing my hand. I give him a teary smile and take of my jacket ''I am sorry'' I whisper, pulling him into my embrace. He lifts my chin up so our blue eyes look into each other. ''It's al right. Don't do it again'' he warns, connecting our lips. He lets his hands run trough my brown hair, as I lightly grip the back of his neck. His breathing is fast and out of control when he throws of his crown and takes of his shirt. Should I stop him, I want to, but I basically just declared my undying love for him. He warned me last time that he didn't have much patience left and perhaps this is the push that will make him trust me completely so I might escape

later this night. I make a decision in my head and I don't protest when he takes of my dress so I am left in my undergarments. His lips leaving butterfly kisses all over my neck and chest. I let out another fake moan, he takes off my undergarments, leaving me completely naked. I have not time to think or be embarrassed, George pushes me unto my bed and leans over me. Taking of his shirt and pressing his lips on mine again, he takes of his undergarments to reveal something I have only seen in some books I had stolen. In the drawings it had looked limp and soft though, Georges looked hard and longer. Fuck I am not prepared for this at all, I am quite frightened, the man on top of me seems to be picking up on my fright.

''It will be al right my red rose'' he whispers, hovering over me. I give him a small nod and try to think of other things, while I feel an uncomfortable pain spread trough my lower regions. George let out a small moan, as he moves faster making me expel a painful yelp. He seems to take the noise as an encouragement and starts moving even faster, moving my legs so they are around his back. I feel the pain amplify as Georges moan grow stronger and I seem to be expelling breaths in sync with his thrusts. Finally he lets out one loud moan and drops besides me, removing the painful member that was previously inside me. I take a deep sigh of relieve, happy that it is over. ''See that wasn't so bad'' George whispers in my ear, hugging me so that I am laying like a little spoon against him. ''No, it wasn't'' I lie, clutching the sheets crampedly between my legs in an effort to relieve some of the pain that still seems to be circling around. After some time the pain seems to be pulling away and I can focus on my surroundings a bit more. Georges breathing sounds steady in my ear, a sign that he is asleep. I slowly remove myself from his arms, he doesn't wake thankfully, but does shift in his position. He is now facing the other way, his head resting comfortably on his arm and his legs spread out across the bed. I try to put on my dress as quickly and quietly as I can, painful stabs of pain, preventing me from going the pace I would actually like to accomplish. I grab my jacket and my backpack, turning to take one last look at the bare man. He is still asleep peacefully, a small smile around his lips. I take a deep breath, collecting all my confidence and spirits. I turn around and make haste to the stables, I can never know how long George will stay asleep.