Y/N got kidnapped and brought to Britain to be a servant for the king. When she decided to make an agreement to let the others free, she will have to meet a terrible fate.
Or maybe not so terrible after all?
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"You know, I always enjoyed the town. Such a shame I can never go there." George sighed. We sat at the dinner table and I was poking my food with my fork. He was having an one sided conversation with me.
You know, the ones where he's the only one to talk and I just nod. It's rather pathetic...
"Anyway, there's this ball," George started as I looked up a bit. "I am hosting it tonight. I didn't tell you because you'd probably not agree to come or show up so...I just kept quiet." He grinned as I rolled my eyes and looked away.
"But you're coming right?" He asked to confirm. "..." I thought it through for a second. If I stayed in my bedroom, I'd be a big sack of potatoes. If I came along, I'd be a big sack of potatoes elsewhere. A bit diversity did seem good-at the time.
"Sure, I'll come." I shrugged as I looked at him. The sigh of relief that this guy sighed, it was as big as his empire and America combined. "That's great! It's around 5 o'clock and you can leave the dress to-"
"On one condition." I added as he frowned in confusion. "I want an uniform." I stated as he nervously let out a chuckle.
(This is for my sisters in the dress revolution! For freedom from dresses and also equality, rights, race, gender, size, shape, sexuality, religion and beliefs!
Ey, reading through 200 comments is not that easy!)
"You're kidding?" He asked as I shook my head 'no'. "I want a British uniform. I ain't wearing no dress." I stated as he frowned yet again, but this time in frustration. "I can't-"
"Then I'm not coming." I stated as he groaned. "You're so...So...Childish!" He yelled out in frustration. "Look at yourself your Majesty." I stated formally as he rubbed his temples. "I'm getting grey hair because of you..." He grunted as I snorted.
"...What's so funny?" He asked as I put my hand on my mouth but kept silent. "It's the wig. Is it not?" He asked as I kind of made a nod motion. "Well my brown hair is getting grey hair then!" He huffed and folded his arms. "Great." I grinned.
"Can I wear an uniform?" I asked very sweetly. He grumbled as his face turned 50 shades darker. (Let the comments come)
"...Fine..." He muttered as I smiled. You know? When he isn't threatening to kill anyone, he's pretty cute. And he threatens people like...80% of the time. So I just took a big leap right there!
That evening, the uniform was delivered to my chambers. It was red coat uniform. I couldn't really argue back because they wouldn't have a blue coat. And even if they did...Everyone at the party would want me dead, more than they already wanted me dead.
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I put it on and looked in the mirror. "I wonder who was partly responsible for the design." I chuckled sarcastically. I was thinking of escaping, but then everyone else would be dead and I didn't want them to suffer because of that. I had to marry him, then they would be released and THEN, I could escape.
Perfect plan with a dreadful ending.
I tapped the points of my boots against the floor to get them better on my feet and headed out of the door, where I was greeted by George almost knocking on the door. He didn't say anything, but I could tell his face was getting redder when he looked at me.
"...Ey, dude." I mumbled as his eyes traveled back to my eyes. "Are we gonna go or are you going to just stare at me-"
"You look good." He butted in.
"Thanks." I smiled. He and I walked to the ball room. There were some soldiers there and they immediately saw me come in and I think they were thinking something like:
"What's that soldier doing with the king and why does he have bre-...Oh...OH!"
They went in formation as soon as George arrived. "Why-"
"This is a ball for Britain. So we have brought the top elite soldiers and generals." He explained before I even asked the question. The soldier's were all staring at me. I felt so uncomfortable. It was like a school presentation all over again.
"Cadets." George called. They all looked at George. "This is Y/N L/N. She's staying with me from now on." George explained very vaguely. "Is she our future queen?" One of the soldiers asked. "You could call it that." He answered. "So be respectful or else, I'll have you executed." He smiled as everyone nodded. "Great! Have a wonderful night." He grinned as I stood there, mortalized.
"I need to go and greet the guests, you go and have fun." He sang as he turned to me. "Also," He added very bubbly. "If there's anyone getting touchy with you, just say their name and I'll have them executed." He smiled as I sighed. "Hopeless." I mumbled as he walked away.
"I heard that." He yelled as I chuckled.
I started to walk around a bit because, I'd be lonely and spiteful if I just stood alone. I couldn't really talk to anyone because they had their cliques. THIS IS HIGH SCHOOL ALL OVER AGAIN!
I just decided to go outside and feel the air on my skin. It felt so good to finally go outside again. I didn't really have the chance to go outside a few days. I inhaled the scented air and exhaled. Noticing I was all alone didn't really help the matter because I felt very homesick to America.
"Hey." I heard behind me as I turned around. It was a red coat. "...Hey?" I hesitated as I looked around me to look if anyone was around. Nope. He was talking to me. "So, you're the woman the king is planning to marry?" He asked with a smile. "What's it to you?" I asked. "Nothing." He smiled as he came next to me.
He was pretty tall, arguably handsome, a ginger with green eyes and freckles. Around my age, maybe a few years older.
"You're not from here. How did you...How did you get here?" He asked with a small smile. "I got kidnapped, sold as slave and then...Things happened." I explained. "...The king is marrying a slave-"
"EY! I'm not a slave, never was! Never will be!" I stated. "You're really sure about everything." He chuckled. "You could call it that." I smiled as he softly smiled back. "Well then, should I leave you to do whatever you were doing?" He asked. I shook my head 'no'. "You can stay." I chuckled.
"Olivier Rovers. Private soldier in the British forces." He introduced himself as he stuck his hand out. "...Y/N L/N. Mail woman in the American forces." I smiled as he gently grabbed my hand and placed a kiss on it.
Not even 1 second passed before I saw a bullet zoof right in front of me. The bullet passed me and hit Olivier in the head. He jolted back as I covered my mouth in shock as I watched in pure horror. He fell down and I rushed to his aid.
"Olivier! Stay with me here!" I begged as his eyes slowly rolled to the back of his head. "God f*cking dammit!" I hissed as I grabbed his head and felt for his pulse.
I felt his last heart beat before it all stopped.
"W-What happened?" I sniffed confused.
George's P.O.V
I looked down at the 2 as I motioned for the soldier who shot that Olivier to get lost. He nodded and hurried away. I kept staring.
