NO LONGER BEING WRITTEN "It was just one dinner. But I suppose that's all it takes to fall in love." (Not 100% historically accurate I know Jonathan is gay as shIT BUT I COULDN'T RESIST) 1776-1783. Wars were being fought, spies were being placed, people were dying, a king and a new country was being created. In the midst of the 8 years of war, came two stories: Alexander Hamilton and What The King Wanted. We all now the first one, so here's the second. The king wanted many things. Power, money, people. But a new need slipped into his mind once he heard the name "Evanna Evans." He wanted love. One problem though. She was a rebel, and wanted nothing more but to separate from King George. (Warnings: Angst, Plot Twists, Sarcasm, Sass, and Dominant George;) ) "What the king wanted... was her." "-and the colonies." "That too."

When 12 year old orphan Zoe gets adopted by Jonathan Groff her dreams are coming true and she can fly!!! But what if Jonathan only adopted her for the fame he doses not spend time with her he spends his time on stage. So dose he really love her or is it just for the public?!?! Read to find out -This is my one of my first books- •going though major edits•

PREVIOUSLY PAUSED, CURRENTLY REWRITING AND WORKING ON SLOW UPDATES Everyone has their own definition of home, whether it's a place, person, or thing. For Iris, her home has always been music. For Jonathan, his home has always been the theatre. What will happen when they realize their 'home's have changed to each other? Will it be too late?

"I thought I said not to cause any trouble, my dear." George chimes, playing with something in his vest pocket for a moment and I bite the inside of my cheek. "Your majesty, just because we made it to England doesn't mean I'm giving up." My gaze falls to the floor. "I'm still going to try everything in my power to get back home." I say, looking back up at George with a saddened expression. "I'll never give up, lose hope. Not until you forcibly place that crown upon my head come coronation day." George chuckles softly. "Oh really?" He says, walking in front of the desk. "We've been a little disobedient today, haven't we my dear." He chimes and I take a small breath as he slowly walks forward and I step back slightly. I swallow, "Disobedient?" I question softly as I lightly bump into the bookshelf behind me. "Your majesty I've told you, I don't belong to you..." My voice trails as he steps closer, closing the gap between us as he stares at me. I feel my back press up lightly against the bookshelf and hesitantly go to step to the side, jumping slightly as George quickly places his hands on the bookshelf either side of me, trapping me in place. I bring my hands up slightly, nervously playing with my fingers. "Your majesty..." "Do I intimidate you my love?" ~~~ Everyone was tense as the days ticked down to the day we would sign a peace treaty with England. The only thing (y/n); a 19 year old girl who had a fondness for baking and art, was worried about was making sure her bosses bakery was prepared for when the king arrived. Through her shy and introverted ramblings she tries her best to be nothing but kind to the king in hopes of making a good impression for her boss's sake, but what if she shows a little too much kindness in front of that certain king, unknowingly setting off a chain of events that would change her life forever. HR~ #1 kinggeorge #2 forcedlove #1 slowpaced #30 england #1 hamilton #1 longchapters #9 undiscoveredjems #2 jonathangroff #1 musicals

Cover made by DalvieCurtis in her Graphics Shop ~ King George iii X princess!Reader fanfiction ----------- ❝ You're too beautiful to break. ❞ ----------- (Your name), an ambitious, charismatic, headstrong young woman who is definitely not ready for marriage. All qualities you would not want to find in a princess in 1775, when her country is in peace with America and is on the brink of war with England there is just one thing king George iii requests. A wife. What happens when (your name)'s father makes her marry, who America calls "The Crazy King"? Will she run away or accept her fate?

Completed --- Confused, I reply "I'm not royal-" I cut myself off as the weight of the incident dawns on me. "King George Frederick The Third of Great Britain and Ireland." I sighed as a heavy blush rolled over my cheeks. I slowly raise my head to make eye contact with this man. I shamefully flick my eyes between his and the floor. "People normally introduce themselves, however, seeing as you have done it for me you may do it for yourself too. Who are you?" ---

Born in the line of royalty is a hard thing. Keeping track on the kingdom and other stuff as well. As you are the first born child from your mother and father the king and Queen of France. Tho Britain is on the urge of attack the only way to stop this is threw marriage.

*THIS IS A REWRITE OF AN OLDER FANFIC BY THE SAME NAME. THE PLOT IS BASICALLY THE SAME, BUT HOPEFULLY THIS VERSION IS BETTER* The King was a boy who learned to make life a game. Y/N was a girl who hated games. Y/N wanted to be remembered, she wanted to be more and see more but most importantly to prove herself to her uncle. When her chance comes, Y/N will have to learn that games are a part of life. Challenged by the King himself, the man who lived for games. A game between a supposed tyrant and a unruly subject, turns into betrayal and obsession. A man's feelings and beliefs are turned into a silly game and a young girl's idea of hope, twisted. To play a fool's game to indulge in excitement, is a waste of time. To play a fool's game seriously, is dangerous.

You were always said to be a more spirited maidservant. Every master you had ever worked for eventually kicked you out. This time you were flung onto the cold streets of New York and went searching for change. It is scary what you can find in an NYC Bar during the Revolution.

Your father was a revolutionist in a country of loyalists. You were his daughter who had the same beliefs. Living in Britain as a revolutionary was easy as long as they didn't tell anyone. Alone you, your father and mother lived in a small cottage in the country. But when an your uncle who is an American general employs you and his daughter to spy on the British. Your life changes... Y/N never liked games, but to win she would need to play an uncommon game. The Kings game.