Just A Slave (John Laurens x Reader x Yandere!King George)

Chapitre Sept (French)

Y/N awoke the next day to the sounds of chains dragging on stone floor. This naturally caused her to bolt upright and she ended up smacking the back of her head against the cell wall. The young female groaned and slumped down, her hands pressed firmly to the back of her now aching head. She had only been in the cell for two days but she already felt as if it had been years. The first day she had been defiant against the king, but yesterday she had no energy left.

But during those two miserable days Y/N had thought of one thing that kept her going. The man she felt so deeply for, John Laurens. She never lost faith that he would come after her as her knight in shining armor. Well, more like high boots and tight pants actually.

She couldn't help but smile slightly at the thought of John saving her in armor as she slowly sat back up, ignoring the pulsing in the base of her skull. The amusing and a little romantic thought was quickly crushed by the sound of boots thumping heavily against the stone floor. King George had been coming to 'talk,' to her everyday and he always stayed for more than ten minutes. 

Every time he began to get a little to close, a guard or soldier would notify him of generals who requested his presence. He would always wave them off and turn to her with a terrifying smile on his face. Then as he would lock her cell he would say the five words that made he shiver. 'I'll be back my dear.'

Y/N sat upright though her tired body ached in response. The cause of the footsteps rounded the corner and faced her. What she was surprised by was that the person was not King George, it was Tarleton. She also hated him with a burning passion considering he was the reason she was bound in chains in the dark. He eyed her warily as he unlocked her cell easily and knelt down to release her from the chains binding her to the floor.

The young woman was confused as to why he was doing so, but said nothing. The British general hen stood to his full height with her chains wrapped around his hand. With a sharp yank he forced the poor girl onto her knees, she cried out the next time her pulled up due to the pain being inflicted on her wrists. When he finally got her on her feet Tarleton lead her out of the cell from behind, occasionally shoving her and jabbing the small of her back with the hilt of his knife.

Y/N stumbled forward for awhile before coughing and speaking in a raspy voice due to not speaking for quite some time.

"Where are you leading me?"

The British general shoved her forward once more before replying briskly.

"To the middle of camp, the King requested that you be there beside him."

The young woman sighed as she heard him pronounce 'king,' with venom. She wasn't surprised that George had requested her presence, after all, it would give him more time to toy with her and make her feel more miserable than she already was. Y/N hissed and lifted her hands to cover her eyes as the sun shone straight into them, he chains clanking together as she did so.

Tarleton then grabbed her by the back of her neck and aggressively pushed her up the remaining stairs protruding upwards. She then lowered her hands and blinked rapidly as her eyes adjusted to the sun shining dully due to the winter season. Y/N was surprised by all the voices around her, considering she couldn't hear anything from in her underground cell.

Soldiers and scribes rushed past her with their own goals in mind. Some stopped to look at her though, and she could've sworn one of them gave her a look of sympathy. Tarleton was occasionally stopped by other high ranking men that asked about her. When he replied with the King's request, they would usually laugh and shake their heads.

When they reached the heart of the camp, Y/N was already dead tired and stiff from walking after spending two days on her ass. Tarleton however, wasn't merciful as he continued his iron grip on the back of her neck. When they reached a group that were going over battle plans, the British general released her and just as she began to turn around, he pushed her onto into the ground.

Y/N wheezed and groaned as dirt lifted hazily around her due to the sudden contact from her weight. Some of the men laughed and the others continued to talk and work. Her arms shook as she lifted herself from the ground, dirt settling in her h/c hair. The young female jumped when she heard a familiar voice snap at Tarleton.

"General! You could've harmed my property!"

She narrowed her eyes as Tarleton huffed in response before dropping her chains and walking away, leaving her laying on the ground. Y/N saw the king as he approached her, and suddenly noticed that her chains had been dropped.

'Well, my chance is now or never.'

Y/N thought as she sprung up with sudden strength and energy before bolting past the group of officials and the king. She heard the royal yell at the group to catch her before she escaped. She was in luck considering she ran in the direction of the nurse tents, where only weak men and women lurked about. A skinny doctor that had been helping an injured soldier stand allowed him to fall over as he raced towards Y/N.

'Nuh uh, I'm not staying here any longer.'

She thought as she grabbed her chains dangling from her right wrist, and swung them down onto the doctor's head. Hard. Thanks to the fast thinking the lithe man groaned and fell over, knocked out cold.

'Thank god for Hercules' training.'

The h/c haired female mused to herself as she continued to run. Some of the nurses averted their gaze and pretended not to notice her running by with officials at her heels. To be honest, Y/N didn't blame them knowing that most of them were the wives of soldiers that were forced to come. Finally, she saw a gap along the perimeter of the camp and gave it all she had. 

The could hear the king shrieking like a banshee behind the men still pursuing her, anger written all over his features. Y/N inhaled and dived towards the small exit, praying that she wouldn't be grabbed before she slid through. She then felt snow against her chest as she fell against the ground and slid slightly forward. Y/N turned around and saw the men struggling to slid through the gap in the fence that was much to small for them.

Y/N exhaled as she shakily stood up, he gaze averted from the angry and frustrated officials. She then trudged towards them, her hands gripping the front of her dress and lifting it off the snow. The young female then crouched down beside one of the men who was currently attempting to push his way through the hole she escaped through.

"Tell King George I said ciao."

She hissed in his ear before standing to her full height and turning in the opposite direction. As she pushed her way through the freezing snow she smiled at the sound of the men behind her yelling threats and insults. Little did she know that her lover and her trainer were nearing the camp, coming from the opposite direction.