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"Well! look what we have here!"
The guards forced you to your knees in front of him, King Arther, Great Britain himself. Being captured would've been dangerous enough if you weren't America's sister. Being half of the united states and captured by your greatest enemy wasn't exactly the best of scenarios
"Your part of the colonies aren't you, my my you've caused me quite a remarkable struggle puppet." He laughed as he tilted his head. "Why, isn't their another? Your rather small to lead a "country" by yourself." He scoffed when he said country.
You shot your head up angrily.
"We are a country! I could lead the country to freedom with my eyes closed." Arthur raised an eyebrow.
"Really now love?"
"Your powerless, we will beat you. We will win our freedom." You spat out at him. Chuckling he stood up.
He strode up to you, his tall form slowly stalking towards you with an eerie calmness. He was like a cat, circling its prey before attacking. Pressing his foot to the bottom of your chin he tilted your head up.
"Your fiesty arent you love, I think I might keep you. Your brother would be so worried!" He threw his head back with laughter. Insanity laced his words, it made fear spike up through you.
He could kill you.
He certainly had the power, even without the guards you were helpless.
"Wait you cant-" The shackles dug into your wrists as you twisted around. "You cant! Let me go!"
Arthur leaned down to your height. He was practically kneeling, you hadn't realized how tall he was. His emerald eyes sparkled, matching his crown that sat atop his blonde hair.
Roughly he grabbed your chin, his face so close you could feel his breath against your face.
"Oh darling, I have plans for you" Scoffing he tossed you aside. Your balance was thrown and you fell onto the floor. Looking up you could see his robe brushing past your face, the fur on the edge was soft and almost comforting. "Take her to my special cells."
They lifted you roughly. Jerking you away you cast one last look at his face.
For just a second, his eyes looked kind and almost bittersweet. You hung your head as they shoved you forward.
((THREE WEEKS LATER))
"This would be much easier if you just cooperated love. We could stop this and things would be so much easier." His words were sickly sweet, they contrasted each of the hits and beatings you received. They hadn't been from him at first, just some lacky working for him.
But for the past days he took over, he rarely got physical with you though. He chooses to hurt you verbally.
