(First book) King George III X Reader: What if it didn't end like it did?

µChapter 1: Ahahahaha...yesµ

(The beginning is from chapter 16 but I change things up when he comes to arrange things with you) 

Y/N's P.O.V

The door of the cell opened and everyone began to walk to the rails yelling at whatever or whoever was coming. Lucerna and I sat against the wall in complete silence. That is until the persons came around the corner. 2 guards and George. I got a bit deeper in my corner and hoped that he would go away. The guards opened the cell door and got in. The inmates were too scared to do anything at this point. The guy walked to me and grabbed my arm. He tilted me up and put both of my arms behind my back.

He got out again with me and closed the cel door and then we left. I didn't speak, I didn't look up. I just kept looking down. I was brought to a separate cel and was locked up in there. The king in the cel with me all bound up. "Listen dear." He started. "I don't need your sh*t." I scoffed as his face kept neutral. No smirk, no frown no nothing.

"I'm going to repeat myself one more time, if you dare to say something before I am finished I'll lock you up here alone till your meat rots of your bones." He said as I frowned at him. "At dawn you're being hanged in the plaza in the city. So either you'll hang or you agree to marry me." He said as I stared at him with all the disgust I had in me.

"I'll hang ." I spat as he shook his head. "Your choice." He said as he stood on his feet and was about to leave. (This is where I change things up!)

I began to panic. He wasn't testing me. He definitely wasn't testing to see if I was gonna chicken out. He was going to hang me if I didn't arrange something. 

"WAIT!" I yelled as I pulled on the chains around my arm reaching out for him. He stopped mid-step. "Yes?" He said as he kept facing the door, ready to step out any second. 

"W-wait...Can we...I want to...Can we arrange something?" I asked as I looked at his back. (Or butt, but I'm not judging...I totally am. That was a lie.)

"Not only do you spit in my face," He said as he turned his head. "Now you are changing your mind after 2 seconds." He smirked as I looked away putting my palms away. "If I agree to marry you, I want the prisoners to be set free." I said as he cocked an eyebrow while keeping his smirk.

"I'm the king. So what if I don't want to? Will you choose to hang over a couple of people?" He darkly chuckled as I went in thought to find a deal he might want to agree on. 

"What if...What if I marry you and kiss you once a day." I suggested. I didn't want to know what was running through his mind right now. I didn't. I really didn't. (Me neither brah.)

"...I'll let half of them go." He said as I shook my head. "All of them." I said as he groaned. "I'll let 75% Go." He said as I shook my head. "All. Of. Them. That or nothing." I demanded as he sighed. "Fine. All of them." He finally said as I sighed in relief. 

"But that means," He said as he walked over to me until my back was against the wall. "That you are mine." He whispered in my ear as I tensed up again. My shoulders were up against my ears. My heart was beating against my chest as my cheeks decided they wanted to be a tomato.

"Got that?" He asked as he pulled away. I nodded reluctantly. "Good." He said and softly smiled. He held out his hand. "Let me escort you to your chambers." He smiled as I looked at his hand. As I shakily put my hand in his. When I did, I noticed how my hand was covered in dirt and his hand polished, washed and clean. It was so soft too. 

He locked my hand in his and pulled me out the cell. As we went up the stairs, I noticed the light trying to break free out of the creaks. With the lights coming in, I saw the dust flying around everywhere.