You slump down in your cell. You thought for sure that the king would have remembered that kiss and taken you up on your offer. Why else had he called you to the throne room? It could not have been to sentence you to die, that had to be a mistake.
Your wrists were still bound by a rough rope, and it was making the skin on your wrists burn. You could see where it was starting to cut into you. As the reality starts to set in that you might have failed your family in clearing their debt, and might also be in grave danger at the same time... you hang your head in shame.
"(Y/N), I take it your little plan didn't work?" Your cellmate chucked, they had tried to tell you that your plan of offering 'services' to the King directly to pay off your family borrowing against their farm would not work. Now your family home would go to the crown, and your family would be homeless.
"I can get that rope off your hands for ya if you want?" He said as he stepped closer to you, the shadows hiding his face from your view.
"You would do that for me?" You ask him.
"Sure, that's the easy part. The hard part is going to be what we tell the guard when they notice." He snickered, "Oh, and also when I tell you what I want for payment, sweetheart."
Your heart sank, there it was... "What sort of vile thing do I have to do?" You gather as much courage as you can.
He steps a little more into the light that the one candle is offering, but before he can answer a sound outside the cell makes both of you go still. The man with who you have been sharing a cell with turns sheet white and falls back against the fall wall of the cell, as far away from you as he can.
"What is wrong with you?" You say to him.
"(Y/N.)" Rang the voice of the King from behind you. You have goosebumps all over at the sound of your name coming from him once more.
"Yes, M'Lord." You turned your head to look at his boots standing on the other side of the bars from where you were sitting.
"Guard, remove this man from her cell at once." The king said harshly. A guard came over to unlock your cell, he removed the man who then started to beg for forgiveness from the King.
"I am so sorry M'Lord, I didn't touch her I swear!" Once he was out of sight, the sound of punching and whimpering could be heard but stopped after a few minutes. The silence was restored to the darkness of the holding area once more.
The King cleared his throat, then entered the cell, taking a seat on the bench. "Please, come and sit here." He patted the mattress next to him.
You stood and walked toward him, he grabbed your wrists. You thought for one second that this was going to go badly. But then he cut them free and ran a finger over the red and irritated skin.
"(Y/N), did you know what you meant when you offered your services to your king last night? Do you understand what that would mean for a girl of your station?" He placed a hand under her chin and raised it so she was looking at him. The one candle throwing shadows all around the room, and across his face making it even harder to read his thoughts.
"Yes, M'Lord." In reality, you had no idea what a dangerous game this was.
He ran his other hand from your waist down your hip, "You hide in these damn merchant clothes. How do I know you're not a boy with long hair under there."
You smirk and raise an eyebrow at the King, feeling brave once again. "M'Lord, I can assure you... It is all female under here."
The King stood and held out his hand to her, "Prove it."
YOU ARE READING
𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝑀𝓎 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 Book 1
Historical FictionA 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.
