(Second book) Tyranny:!Yandere! King George X Reader

^Chapter 1: Old but new^

"Care for some wine?" George asked me as I twitched my eye, but kept my mouth shut. "Maybe some juice?" He tried again, now looking over to me. Silence. "Or some water instead?" He proposed. I shifted in my seat and kept staring at my reflection in the stone cold soup which was served to me 2 hours ago. George scoffed and turned back to his empty plate, moving some crumbs around with his fork.

"You're not leaving until you eat," He told me as if he was my mom. "We don't want a repeat of last time," He added under his breath as if it was a sigh. I banged my fists on the table making my iron restraints swing against the table. "Stop acting as if nothing happened," I shrieked, tears flowing down my cheeks. George was indifferent.

"My friends are dead!" I sobbed, shakily putting my hands in my hair making my bun fall apart.

"It's your own fault," George stated coldly, yet remaining so calm. My eyes diverted towards his direction. Taking deep breaths, I tried to keep calm. I didn't want a repeat of last time. "Now, elbows off the table," George lectured me, straightening his back. "And finish the soup so we can do something fun," He beamed with a foul smile.

I slowly removed my elbows off the table as my hands gently fell on my lap. I looked back at the soup and inhaled.

I remember the day that I tried to escape.

A warm liquid was sliding off my shoulder as the weight on my shoulder became heavier. I was afraid to turn around. I couldn't turn around. I didn't want to turn around.

There was said to be an execution right after George took me back. I was not in it for some odd reason. However, Alexander, John, Hercules and Lafayette weren't as fortunate.

If I hadn't been so selfish. If I didn't drown myself or wander off into Hercules' workshop, they would've been fine. History's course would've been fine. But I ruined it. Like I ruin everything.

After the execution, George had locked me in my room for a few days. 'Just to get you adjusted to the rest of your damn life,' He had told me as he turned the key.

Those days that I was locked up, he had put iron restraints everywhere where I could plot an escape plan. So if I went to sit down in the living room, for example, someone would come and bind my hands to the 4 foot (120 cm) long chain so I could stand up (barely) but not move around. When I wasn't sitting around, George or some other servant, who could chase me down, would be right beside me.

Measures to keep me alive, you know.

But have I tried to escape? No.

Trauma can do a lot. When you see a direct assault towards you and the only people you trust right in front of your eyes, you're going to start to fear the person who planned the assault. Like if you had a bully and a bullied person. The victim is obviously afraid of the bully.

Well, that's the relationship I have with George.

He hasn't harmed me physically, yet. And I'm willing to keep it that way so the trauma doesn't get in my head. Am I putting myself in harm's way?

Absolutely.

But you're fed up when you're fed up.

But George is giving me the 'you can't do anything wrong because EVERYTHING YOU SAY NOW CAN AND WILL BE USED AGAINST YOU IN COURT!' treatment. And that gets to my nerves. And he knows this. And he's feeding on that.

And I hate it.

I finished my cold soup and put the spoon back down in the deep plate. I leaned back and was left to stare at my wrists. "Are you done?" George softly asked as I looked back up and slowly nodded. "Good," He smiled and stood up, letting his fur coat trail behind him. I stood up, slowly, as well. As George walked towards me, a servant practically came running and undid my restraints. I sighed as George hooked his arm in mine. He looked at me with a long side glance as we walked out of the dining hall.

"Should we go to the garden?" He suggested with that same smile he gave me every moment of the day. "Or the library," He continued with other suggestions which all could be summed up in 6 simple words.

NOT OUTSIDE OF THE CASTLE WALLS.

Suddenly a maid came running over towards us. "Your majesty," She quickly stated. George groaned as if she didn't like the look of her. "What?" He barked at the poor girl. She swallowed before continuing. "G-General Howe's here, sire," She informed him. "The bastard has a terrible timing for everything," George exclaimed in annoyance. "Always late for battles but is cunning enough to come early for a meeting," He quickly grumbled.

"Tell him that I'm coming and that he better prays some prayers before I do so," He hissed at the girl as she bowed and scurried off. George groaned again as he let his head fall backward. He looked at me. "Now I got to get rid of you," He grumbled. My eyes widened the slightest bit, but of course, he noticed.

"Damn it! Not get rid of you!" He exclaimed."I cannot talk today!" He told himself. "Just...Put you in shackles!" He rephrased while making a ton of hand gestures making me relax just the slightest bit.

He put me in our room, bounded my hands to the desk, kissed my forehead, locked the door and left. I groaned after I was sure that he was gone. "Stupid man," I mumbled as I let my head fall on the desk. The room was dimly lit with some candles and the fireplace was providing warmth or comfort.

While I was facing the door, I had noticed something crawling under the door. I frowned in confusion and tilted my head back up. My eyes weren't as perfect as they had ever been. Combine that with an eye illness that is called: 'people can't see well in the dark! AMAZING! WOW!' and you've got the perfect squinting person.

I can stand up, barely. I can't move my hands at all. So I just decided to wait until it came close enough for me to see the thing. It was about as big as my fist and it was coming closer, very slowly, but it was coming. It finally reached my dark blue dress and grabbed onto it. It started to bite its way up my dress until it fell on my lap.

My eyes widened as I saw what it was.

"Yafa?!"