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

(FINAL) -Chapter 22: That's just how it goes-

Y/N was about to step on Jones' hand making George and Jones fall down. They would probably die as they would hit the canal, if not then they'd die due to the terribly cold temperature of the water. Y/N chuckled a bit as she lifted her foot and hovered it above Jones' hand. "Bye-bye," She grinned wide-eyed as Jones looked at her in pure horror. 

She was the one they were supposed to kill. Not the one they had to save. 

But before she could do anything. Alexander came running and pulled Y/N back. Alexander did not see Jones and George. He turned Y/N around, sword still in hand. Y/N looked horrified, but when she saw Alexander, she looked even more horrified. Alexander widened his eyes. Y/N thought her eyes would pop out of her socket. When she thought her eyes were wide open, she opened them even further to check if she wasn't seeing things. She began to take sharp breaths in until her lungs were filled and she had to shakily exhale. 

"Alexander," She finally whaled as she flung herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck and putting her head in the crook of his neck. She cried her guts out while Alexander slowly wrapped his arms around her. She clenched the blue trench coat in her hands. The rain poured down and never calmed down. 

Samuel stood behind Alexander, softly smiling as Y/N hugged Alexander. This sweet moment was interrupted when a loud groan could be heard from the edge. Samuel frowned and let his smile fade away. He quickly walked toward the edge and looked down only to see Jones dangling off the edge. "Alexander!" Samuel yelled. Alexander looked up and loosened his grip around Y/N. Y/N's heart rate was exhilarating. 

"Jones is here, help me pull him up!" Samuel asked Alexander quickly. Alexander frowned, walked toward Samuel as he slowly let his arms slide off Y/N's waist. He looked down and saw Jones dangling off the roof. Under him seemed to be a man holding onto Jones' leg for dear life. 

"Damnit, Jokes! Can you participate with one of my puns at least once?!" Alexander groaned in disappointment. "Now I can't say 'Jokes' on you'!" Alexander grunted pinching the bridge of his nose. "Alexander, you birdbrained dimwit, pull me up!" Jones barked as loud as he could as his hands started to hurt. "Why are you even hanging there?" Alexander asked, folding his arms. Samuel groaned and grabbed Jones' hands and started to pull him up. 

"You f*cking twat, Y/N's the new Queen and she's as nutty as a fruitcake. The former king is dangling under me," Jones quickly informed. Samuel started pulling him up and took a second look at the man that was dangling from Jones' leg. 

Alexander was shocked. "Y/N, please tell me he's joking-" But Y/N was gone. She had run off as soon as Alexander let go off her. Alexander started to feel light headed. How could she have done this to her own country? She was the one who sent all the soldiers at the American soldiers. Without thinking through what he was about to do, he ran after her. "Alexander, you imbecile! Samuel, pull me up so I can slam him over the head and so we can get out of here." Jones sneered. Samuel looked at Jones.

Then he looked back at George.

"Sorry, Jones, I'm with the Queen now," 

With that, Samuel let go of Jones and stomped the remainder of his body off the roof. He looked down and saw both Jones and George fall down and hit the canal with a huge plunge. Being pretty sure both of them were dead, Samuel frowned adjusted his jacket and nonchalantly walked away from the scene of the crime.

Alexander hastily climbed through the window to get back inside. The only tracks he could find were the wet footsteps leading toward a long hallway. Determined to find his friend, he ran through the hall at full speed. Eventually, he ended up at the main entrance where a massacre had occurred. Many American soldiers were killed but even more Brittish soldiers. The big entrance gates were wide open. The bridge over the canal was let down and who but Y/N stood at the very end of the bridge, back turned to Alexander.