The king waved his hand, dismissing you from the great hall. You bow your head out of respect, and slowly turn to leave. In the back of your mind, you keep holding onto the memory of the kiss you shared with the king in that very throne room less than twenty-four hours ago. Maybe he would change his mind. He had to change his mind!
"No, come back." He said in a harsh tone. You turn back to face him, your hands still bound, tears streaming down your face. "Do you have anything to say for yourself, (Y/N)?"
You stood there in shock, he said your name. He actually knew your damn name! "I thought you requested that I be here, M'Lord." You answered softly.
He made a sound of disbelief, stood, and slowly walked toward you. "You do understand that attempting to bribe any member of the royal court, let alone your king! Are grounds to hang you, don't you?"
You shake your head yes as more tears spill forth, "M'Lord, I was only here to offer my services to pay off my family debts, not to have them forgiven."
The king walked to you, placed a hand under your chin, and wiped a tear away with his thumb. "(Y/N), I need you to understand that if I take you to my bed..."
You cut him off, "Trust me, M'Lord, it is you who will not want me to leave it."
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𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝑀𝓎 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 Book 1
Ficção HistóricaA y/n story from a female reader PoV. She feels the need to ask the King to save her family's farm from being taken away from her father due to his debts.
