pic at the top is Henry just because. btw that's Emil Andersson and hot damn

Y/N was in the tent she used to share with the boys, packing the few things she'd need. Mulligan was somewhere talking to some soldier about the next spy mission. She had no clue where Laurens was, but for now she just enjoyed the silence before she would have to embrace her doom again.

"Y/N...you ready to go?", a voice tuned up behind her. Y/N didn't have to look up to know that it was Laurens who had just entered the tent.

"I'd be lying if I said I were," Y/N let out a weak laugh and straightened, grabbing the bag and throwing it over her shoulder "I'll definitely miss this." 

"Miss sleeping in the same tent with rowdy guys?", Laurens asked and raised a brow. Y/N looked over her shoulder to show him some of her attention, flashing a small smile "It will be always better than having to become a birth machine. Everything is better than setting foot into that damned castle again." The smile faded a little.

"Hey, uh...listen, I'm sorry for the way I treated you. It wasn't right, but I-" "You were worried that I might tear your camp apart during the search of vital information. I understand. There is no need to apologize."

Y/N turned her gaze back towards the spot she had occupied the past weeks, taking in the atmosphere one last time. She knew she would most likely never see this again.

"I'm sorry for just forcing myself on you like that," Laurens suddenly blurted out. Y/N felt the heat creep up her neck and to her ears, a warm sensation making her feel like she was burning up. Just the fact that he now knew who she really was made it a little more embarrassing when looking back on that night.

"I had hoped you had forgotten," Y/N said, slowly turning to face him. Laurens' eyes widened a little as he now looked at her, the slight blush that had already turned his cheeks a little dark becoming more obvious. Y/N frowned, but then realized why he was reacting like that. In an instant, the heat began to spread from her ears to her face and she averted her gaze.

Y/N had taken the bandages, that had usually been wrapped so tightly around her chest, off.

"I-I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking straight when I just approached you like that," Laurens said, neither of them daring to look at the other. "Of course," Y/N stated "You were drunk."

Laurens opened his mouth to say something, but held himself back. Y/N then began to walk past him towards the entrance of the tent, when Laurens asked "Why did you return it?"

Y/N paused and thought a little, before she said "I don't know..." She knew, but now that he confronted her about it, she couldn't just possibly say out loud that she pitied him.

She wasn't sure if she heard right when he mumbled "I enjoyed it a little though," but then shook her head. Probably just a joke of her imagination. 

"Take care, Laurens," Y/N said, about to leave the tent for good, when he said "It's just John."

Once more, Y/N paused and turned a little to look back at him. A small smile was on her lips as she then said "Well, take care then, it's just John." Laurens looked up at her and laughed, shaking his head slightly. 

"Stay safe, Princess." "I'll try."

And out she was.

Weeks passed. Before she had left, she had sent one last letter to Britain to announce her return. And she had asked for a not-so-big welcoming in harbor. And that is what she got.

The moment she stepped onto British soil, an all too familiar face popped up in the corner of her eye. The blond hair of his swayed a little in the soft breeze, some strands fell loosely into his face, the rest falling behind him in its ponytail.

Y/N was caught by his piercing aquamarine eyes the moment she turned to face him. His lips curled up into a satisfied smirk as he finally came to a stop before her, towering over the auburn haired woman by almost a foot with his 6'3".

Henry held out his hand and his eyes gleamed when she immediately laid her hand in his. She was just as obeying as she had been years ago, before she had disappeared. 

He bowed his head a little as he lead her hand up, kissing the back of it, before he straightened again and let go of her hand. "It is such a pleasure to be in your company again, my fair lady," Henry said and the deep voice of his sent your stomach churning. You already dreaded to be in his company.

"I can say the same to you, my lord. I am glad to be back," Y/N smiled and motioned a small curtsy, not wanting to draw too much attention, although she probably already did, as her clothes were those of a man, they were dirty, and in some places a little torn up. Her auburn locks were slightly disheveled, too

"Where have you been?", Henry asked and she replied "I was in America. I thought it was a good idea for me to part myself from the royal family after Edward had died, but I have chosen wrongly. America was so horrible, and I wanted nothing but to return, but when I heard of the Kings' order, I was too scared to return. I wrote to him in hopes he may call it off, because I was too scared to be harmed. I am more than happy to be back."

Henry nodded and his smirk slowly fell into a genuine smile as he then offered his arm to her "Let us head home, then. My brother will be delighted to hear of your return. We have to begin planning the festivities soon, as well."

Y/N nodded and smiled a bit brighter, taking his arm that he offered "Lead the way."

On the inside, though, Y/N was already plotting on how she could possibly murder him and slowly get rid of the rest of his family without anyone leading their suspicions to her. Although, she knew she would have to start with his other siblings first, so nobody would dare jump to the conclusion that Edward and Henry had died from her hand, just because she had been married to them.

Little did she know, she would not have a single ounce of time for such plotting. Because, not just the festivities of marriage and whatnot stood in her way, but also the wickedness of each family member.

The worst being George himself.