Captured by the King

Chapter 1

Alexander huffs, this fight was never going to end at this rate. His colleagues had been shot down or captured in front of him, and he was certain he would be next soon. He ducks into better cover, his heart pounding. The gunfire was loud, pounding in his chest.

I could die here. Fuck!

He ducks as a bullet whizzed past his ear. It was almost impossible to see, the fog and smoke and the fact that it was near nightfall didn't help. He hears rapid footsteps behind him, making him whip around in surprise. He pulled the trigger, only to have his gun not fire.

Fuck! No no no no! Knife! Reach for your knife!

His thoughts were a blur, his hand reaching for his waist. He saw the red arm raise first. The hand came down, a blunt object hitting him on the head roughly. He saw stars, groggily tipping over. Bloody grass filled his vision. He slowly looked up at the redcoat, dazed.

Is this where I die?

He asked himself, everything seemed to be in slow motion. The redcoat raised his weapon again, quickly bringing it down on his head.

***

Alexander stirred awake, the smell of the sea heavy on his nose, along with the foul smell of other captured soldiers and the redcoats overseeing them. He huffs, feeling sharp pain on the side of his head, along with the familiar tight feeling of something dried on his skin, most likely blood. He opens his eyes, the dim light was easy on his eyes, but everything was doubled.
"I'm alive?" He mumbles, not quite sure if he was in hell. A redcoat glares at him, raising his weapon.
"Shut the hell up!" The redcoat smacks Hamilton in the face with his musket, knocking him out again.

***

King George sighs, eating dinner alone, well, aside from his servants being nearby, at his beck and call. George sighs, picking at his beef.
"You know, it would be nice if we could actually capture someone important overseas, bring them over alive, and then maybe I'll actually be able to get some information out of them. Or fun. Either way, It would give me something to do besides talk to parliament or sleep..." He sighs. A servant quickly opens the door, respectfully bowing to King George before presenting an envelope to him. George takes it, quickly opening it and taking out the parchment. He he reads it slowly and carefully.
His eyes quickly light up, and he stands from his chair, the chair falling over as a result.
"Get him bound to a bed immediately! And... Hmm... How do we torture and degrade an enemy... especially someone so important... Any suggestions?" He asks the servant. The servant gulps nervously, thinking for a moment.
"Perhaps a small corset?" She suggests. George grins creepily.
"Oh perfect! Yes! A corset! Lovely! Tell the guards to do this at once!" The servant quickly scurries off, leaving George in the dining room. George giggles happily, hardly able to sit still.
"Oh, I can't wait!" He takes another bite of his dinner before quickly making his way to the entrance of the palace. He watched the guards bring in Hamilton, holding him under his arms. George grins, putting his hand up to stop them so he could get a good long look at Hamilton.

Hamilton groggily looks around, not aware he was really awake.

Where the hell am I? Is this a dream?

George chuckles, putting his hand under Hamilton's chin and lifting it so he was looking eye to eye with him. Hamilton could barely manage the energy to hold his eyes open, much less make eye contact.
"Greetings. Welcome to the palace.~ Don't worry, I'll take good care of you." He purrs sweetly. Hamilton slowly passed out again, his neck going limp. George huffs angrily. "The least you could do was bring him to me awake! You all probably bashed his head in so much he can't tell the ceiling from the floor! But no matter... I'll have to nurse him back to health before I interrogate him, among other things. Take him to my guest room, he must be comfortable." He lets the guards take him to his room, watching them drag him there. His mind quickly flooded with ideas on what to do with him.