King George III x Reader - His Little Dove

I'm no princess

It's been a couple of hours since Angelica left and I already felt lonely, I know I know you have all the needs a princess can have. Well, I'm no princess and I need no king..except maybe just George but he acts too harsh so that's why I'm not interested in him.

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OKAY FINE. I think he is cute when he's too harsh just because it turned me on at the dining room, here's what happened;

"Oh darling, (y/n)! You came, how lovely. How was your day?" He spoke while one of the servants hurriedly sat me down on the seat next to the king pushing me in, "Why do you care?" I grumbled. The next thing he did was grab me by my chin, just inches away from his face I could hear him whisper in a low sensual, grumble. "Because If you don't tell daddy what you did today you'll get punished." oh ho that made a turn into a tomato alright, just blushing all over except the one time he actually turned me on. Although I didn't care at least I think I did?

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So, after that whole bloody massacre I could see why he wanted to be harsh to me, maybe just maybe try and get under my corset? No, he had to court me before we had that 'birds and the bees' moment. Okay, why do I even need to explain this to readers? the author needs to stop reading smut. (COUGH, wHEEZE) King George interrupted my thoughts while looking out the castle windows just hanging by old pictures of King George III's family and ancestors. I can't believe this king is related to royal blood. He doesn't look the part to be honest. I always told myself he would set me free just for an hour or so outside, or so i hoped...

"Do you love it here? Wait! I can answer for you!—" "no" I retorted in a sharp tone. I turned my head around to see George almost look like he was about to cry. "W-Wait! I didn't mean it like that or anything!" I stood up trying to apologize to him but then he started to grin mischievously. "Well, my Mistress In Distress," He started to pet my hair "Lucky for you I give second chances." King George purred in my ear.

I was dashing around my room mentally preparing myself to try and work up my courage to ask King George to have sex- to engage in romantic scenes with me. I looked in the mirror seeing my (h/c) hair fluff up a bit and my eyes had bags underneath. I yearned for someone's touch, anybody, I don't care who it was. I just want to be satisfied.

Edited and Revised 11/22/18