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

µChapter 10: Lockedµ

Y/N's P.O.V

"LET ME OUT!" I shouted at the top of my lungs as I banged on the wooden door. "I CAN EXPLAIN!" I added with another loud bang. "GEORGE YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT!" I cried.

But nothing happened.

I exhaled banging on the door once more, before leaning on the door with my back and dropping on the ground. "Why me?" I asked as I looked down. As I looked down, I saw the long chain around my ankle. I gave it a tug to see how it would hold up. It was unbreakable.

With a grunt, I stood upright and slowly stepped towards my bed. I sat down and proceeded to do what I had been doing for the past 6 days: Hope George changes his mind.

But I doubt it.

Then I suddenly heard some mumbling. Thinking it was the food service, I stayed put. I don't want it. If George can't come here and face me, I won't play by his rules.

When I heard the locks from the door unlock and the door creak open, I looked up. I immediately noticed it wasn't room service. Those light blue eyes were something I could never really forget.

"..." I wanted to say something, but when my lips went to part, they wouldn't fully part. So I closed my mouth and looked away as he coldly stared at me. I got goosebumps which I quickly covered with my dress. My hair was oily and down. No volume (if there even ever was volume) I looked like a bird in a cage. I think a bird in a cage would be happier than me.

He seemed stern, yet seemed like he wanted to say something to me. Finally he sighed, walked to the bed and sat down. He leaned over to me and pulled me closer. He embraced me with his arms.

"You know I do this because I love you." He whispered as I frowned lightly. "If you loved me, you wouldn't do this to me." I stated intended to be taken seriously, but it came out as a choke. He pulled himself back by an inch and cupped one of my cheeks. His face was dangerously close to mine. 

"I know, you know I'm right." He whispered as he came even closer. His lips were touching mine, but they weren't on them. "This is wrong." I sobbed but he shushed me by putting a single finger on my lips. As he did this, a tear flowed off my cheek. He whipped my tear for me and kept looking lovingly in my eyes. 

"I don't want this." I sobbed as I pulled myself away from him. "Not with these terms." I added in a mumble. "Then what do you want darling?" He asked going around me and plopping back in front of me, getting close again.

"I want out." I cried, tears now flowing off my cheeks. "And how are you planning to do that?" He asked with his lips pulled up in a smirk and with a taunting tone. "They'll come and get me." I mumbled to answer his cockiness. "..." This statement did not please him nor make him happy, at, all.

"After everything I've done for you." He hissed as I looked up at him with my wet cheeks. He looked angry. Not an angry I have ever seen before. It was a new kind of angry. One, I'd be scared off for the rest of my life.

"You choose them?" He concluded. I slowly backed away, only for his hand to harshly grab my arm and pull it above my head. "You want to see where your precious saviors are?" He asked tauntingly. 

I didn't have a good feeling about this.

He pulled me up and forcefully opened the door. He harshly pulled me along the halls and squeezed my arm until it became pale and red. "George, please stop." I begged, but he didn't listen and pulled me along until we reached somewhere I hadn't seen in a long time. 

The door to the dungeon.

I swallowed thick saliva as he opened the door with so much force, that the dust flew all over the place. Some got in my nose and I sneezed it all out. And you see, the thing with sneezing is, I have to stand still when I have to sneeze. Yet George immediately went down the stairs. 

So I almost fell when I had finished sneezing.

After that, he opened the other door and then we landed in the damp and moist hall. I felt so uncomfortable. When the last door came, I didn't want to go. I immediately stood still, but the force inside of him was stronger than my fear of this place. He pulled me along.

Instead of going to the big prison with all the town folks, he went to a separate cell. This one only contained Alexander, John, Hercules and Lafayette. It was a big room. 3/4 of the room was bordered with bars and the remaining 1/4 space was left to look at the prisoners. 

George went in, pulled me along and closed the door with a bang which woke Alexander, John, Hercules and Lafayette. They all shot up, looked around in confusion and one by one understood the position they were in. 

They looked at the source of the sound. Their faces all went from confusion, to straight up anger. Alexander was the first to stand up and walk to the bars and yell:

"YO! F*CKING RED PEACOCK! LET HER GO!" 

"I was sleeping so good man..." John stated gritting his teeth in anger.

"Saviors." George repeated for me in fake enthusiasm as he put an arm around my shoulders. 

"...stop..." I murmured. But he didn't.

"It'll be fun seeing their lifeless bodies on the ground when their execution has ended." George chuckled with a sickening grin. 

"Say what?" Hercules asked in the background. "I ain't about to get executed!" John yelled at George. "We'll get out of this!" Lafayette shouted. "And we'll take Y/N with us!" Alexander threatened. 

"Guys..." I mumbled reaching for them.

"Well let's see, the execution is tomorrow. Which means you'll either have to clasp your filthy hands together and hope for a savior. Or you'll be dead." George chuckled.

"F*ck. You." Alexander hissed reaching for George, but he couldn't reach him.

"Good luck with that." George smirked, turned around and walked out of the cell with the four guys shouting and yelling at him. He pulled me along and closed the door.

"And you." George whispered. "Don't think I didn't see you reaching out to them." He hissed grabbing the beginnings of my hair and crunching them in his hand. "Stop it!" I cried as he tightened his grip. "I've tried to be nice," He hissed.

"Now I'm going to do it my way."