King George III x Reader - His Little Dove

King

George stood there by the door his fists balling up. He had his golden, luxurious cane. His red golden crown that would cost a fortune.

"your eyes look very beautiful" i commented.

The king wore a smile, a smug grin on his face. He threw his cane on the floor slamming the door behind him. I couldn't believe my eyes, one second i'm writing a poem, next thing i know i'm pinned against the wall by strong arms. I winced at the pain in my wrists, i was helpless in this situation. The floor seemed to sway under my feet. George slowly reached my ear his breath shortened. "You look quite dazzling, (y/n)~" he flirted, continued to grip me harder on my sides. "Thanks but, I don't need a compliment r-Right now." I stuttered. King George spun me around in the fuzzy room and dipped me down with me looking at his blue alluring gaze.

"I want to do things you don't even know I can do..." He purred in my ear. My heart starts throbbing uncontrollably, thumping. George's frosted hair was tinting up shining in the small suite. He snickered and lightly pursed his lips. "I just want to fu—" the door opened revealing harsh light in the corridors of the maid looking awfully puzzled and already looking afraid.
George dropped me on the little dećor couch. He started to back away slowly and scratch his head. "You have seen nothing." The king demanded to the innocent maid, her face covered in guilt.