𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰'𝓼 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮

"Have you ever loved anyone?" his tone was serious.

"Love has many forms. I loved my mother and father..." I trailed off, hoping he would not catch on to my lie.

"A blatant lie. You had no parents... Did you?"

"How did you kno-" he cut me off.

"I didn't, but now I do." he smirked, "You must have an affinity for telling lies, Miss Rosalie. Leads me to wonder what else it is you lie about."

"I'll return to my room now." I turned away.

"Why so eager to leave my company?" he pouted.

"I thought I'd made it clear that I am not fond of it." I gave the King an irritated glare.

"My dear, the more you say it, the less genuine it sounds." he turned, making his way back to the palace.

~~~~~~~~~~ King George III x OC ~~~~~~~~~~

Serving in the French army as the only female soldier made Rosalie Alcott determined to prove herself. So much so, that her life became something she was willing to risk. But when a sudden betrayal leaves her imprisoned, she is forced to reevaluate her priorities. Incarcerated, and awaiting nothing but death, she will be surprised to find something altogether unexpected - love - in the most unlikely of places, and in the most unlikely of people.