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The Duke & The Spinster

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She saw as he approached her only to pass her as he shuts the curtains, "Go to bed, I will be there momentarily." He said as he began to plunge the room into darkness .
She had no choice she must, even if it will be against her will, he was her husband and it was his right.
 She walked to bed and frowned as she laid down closing her eyes, but as she heard nothing, she opened her eyes to see the room in darkness, hearing footsteps approaching the bed.
The bed dipped under the new weight, he did nothing as she heard two thuds hit the floor.
"Spread your legs." He said pulling the sheets from her not too gently as she had held them rather tightly as if they were the only thing that could stop him.
She gasped when she had not complied to his request. She felt his hands ran up her bare legs lightly running his warm fingers up her legs pushing the fabric up to her waist.
Rose felt her face heat with embarrassment as she tried to push back down her gown, but his hand stopped her attempts as he placed them on her side.
Rose felt tears gathered in her eyes as he gently but firmly pushed her legs apart as he settled between her. Rose gasped as she felt something brush against her womanhood.
She held her breath as her heart felt as if it had fallen to the pit of her stomach as fresh tear streaked down to the corner of her eyes as she held her breath shutting her eyes tightly awaiting the pain as she clenched the sheets into her fists.
"Forgive me," he said as she felt him at her entrance.
"ROSE!" 
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"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.