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?" ---

Y/N got kidnapped and brought to Britain to be a servant for the king. When she decided to make an agreement to let the others free, she will have to meet a terrible fate. Or maybe not so terrible after all? _______________________________________________________________________ This is an alternate ending for my original book: Back to their 70s

Y/N is captured. George has turned his motives. The guys are presumably executed. After the trauma of having George assault a ship, Y/N is scared to death of him. But what if fear turns into loathing? Or what if George twists her mind to something she feared to become? This is the sequel to 'What if it didn't end as it did?' which is an off trackside story of my biggest story: 'Back to their 70's'. If you're not used to me being a connector, then buckle up because EVERYTHING I WRITE IS SOMEHOW CONNECTED!

"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

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.