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When I was 5 minutes away from the camp, I pulled over. I started to change. I wrapped my chest so... y'know... was less noticeable. After I changed, I started to chop off my (h/l) hair until it was shoulder length. (Skip this if ur hair is short enough already lol) I then swallowed hard as I realized that this was real. I might die. I might get shot on the battlefield. I might get found out. I am not giving up...
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"Daddy!"
"What is it love?" My father asked.
"Can I sit in your chair?" I responded.
"Of course sweetie" He picked up my 4 year old body and plopped me on the velvet throne.
"Whoa..." It was so much bigger than me. The arm rests went up to my face because I was so tiny.
"What do you think of Daddy's chair?" he asked me.
"I like it!" I screamed, kicking my feet that couldn't even touch the floor. My father chuckled in response.
"Hey Seabury!" My father called. I saw Samuel look up from his scroll at the mention of his name.
"Yes your majesty?" Seabury asked.
"(Y/N)?" My father spoke.
"Yes Daddy?" I answered back. He smiled evilly.
"Since you're in the spot that the King sits, you can give an order to Samuel." He told me.
"Really?" I asked. He nodded in response. I grinned ear to ear.
I saw Samuel get nervous.
"Hmm..." I thought. "I want you to count every blade of grass on the castle gardens." I saw the color drain from his cheeks.
"But Sir!" Samuel argued.
"Listen to (Y/N)" My father commanded in a stern voice.
Samuel grunted and glared at me. I stuck my tongue out at him in response. He just rolled his eyes and walked off to do his task.
My father looked at me and laughed. "You are going to be a great queen one day."
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My eyes shot open. I saw rotting, wet wood above me. I was on a boat to America. I finished my training within 1 month. Now I was heading to America to fight against my father. Sometimes I like to look back to the days when my father was kind and considerate. Now it was all different. I hope he realizes that I ran away because he was too controlling and demanding.
I look around at all of the other men with me on this boat. Just 1 more week then I'm in America and home free.
King George III's Pov:
I was waiting for my daughter to finish getting ready. I was on my throne, in the throne room.
"Sir! Sir!" I saw one of (Y/N)'s servants barge into the throne room.
"You can not come into the King's throne room unannounced!" Seabury screamed at her.
"I'm sorry, b-but when I went into Princess (Y/N)'s room, she was gone!"
The second she said that my heart stopped. My God! This is my fault! I should have let her pick her own husband. I should have let her have more freedom. No... She would never do this to me. She must have been thrilled at the fact of becoming the next Queen of England. Someone must have kidnapped her because they want Britain's economy to fall. Must be the colonists. They must have spies that are in the castle, that allows them to kidnap my daughter.
"My poor daughter. Kidnapped... She must be so scared." I started.
"I'm sorry your majesty but..." (Y/N)'s servant stopped quickly, realizing that she shouldn't talk back to the King.
"There will be a reward for finding my daughter. Samuel?" I called him over. He looked up and grabbed a quill and started to write what I said.
Back to (Y/N)'s Pov:
I had been at the British camp in America for 3 days. It's been too hectic here to escape. I've gone through a lot of processing and I don't have a moment to myself, but that will all change tonight. Tonight is when I will run away.
"Spencer!" I heard my fake last name being called.
"Yes General Howe?" I saluted.
"Gather all of the letters that our spy has sent about the colonists." He responded. This is my chance! I can escape now. I salute him and give him a 'Yes Sir' and walked off. I quickly pack my trunk and go get Paris from the stables. I trot deep into the woods and change from my redcoat uniform to a simple dress. I haven't worn one in awhile but the corset is just like I remember: absolutely horrifying.
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I'm tired.
skool suckz man
I hoped you guys enjoyed this cringy thingggggggggggg
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Mon Amour 《Lafayette x Reader》
Fanfiction(Y/N) Frederick, first born daughter to King George the third, has found herslef in a situation with only 1 way out: to run away...
