The King's Queen {A King George III Fanfiction}
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  • Parts 17
  • Time 1h 12m
Ongoing, First published Jan 13, 2017
Mature
His Majesty
The Crown
Your Grace

They all meant the same thing to Mary Rossi, a heartless man.

She used to live in a nice house, with a maid. But then soldiers executed her mother, which led her father to drink.

Homeless
Peasant
Poor

They all mention the same thing to King George Freddrick the third, a hideous bloke.

Mary lives with her father, and older brother, alone in a small cottage. Their cottage is secluded, up on a hill. No one leaves, and no one comes. 

King George III lives in Windsor Castle, alone with no family. His castle overlooks the biggest city in the world. People leave, and people comes.

When a dominating, possessive, controlling man, meets a sweet, innocent, vulnerable girl, what will happen?

   "Now, are you going to be a good girl, and do as you are told, or will I be forced to punish you? Either way, you will end up as my Queen."

   "I will comply."
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