"Do you remember what I told you to do?", George spat, glaring at Lieutenant Blurrish.

The poor man stood there like a coward, fearing for his life, as he answered "I was told to assassinate Princess Y/N."

"And what did you do?"

Those words were like poison to Blurrish's ears. They filled his every vein with fear and ate their way towards his heart. In this kind of state, he worried he might die out of pure petrification through fear.

"I poisoned her, so she would fall sick and die a slow, painful death," Blurrish spoke, his voice betraying his fear just as much as his posture did.

George glared down at the man from the seat of his throne, already considering with which methods he should punish him with.

"And did she die?"

"Yes."

"Should you lie to your king?"

Blurrish stared at George with wide, tear filled eyes. Wow, he was about to cry. How pathetic. George smirked at this simple reaction. It was truly an amazing feeling to hold one's life in his hands like this.

"Did Princess Y/N die in front of your eyes?", George asked, tilting his head to the side, considering to scare him to his death with standing up and circling around him like a vulture, but for now he still remained seated.

"Yes, my lord," Blurrish spoke, after almost a minute of silence. Is there any way to hesitate even more obvious?

"Then, please elaborate, why is Princess Y/N here?", George asked just as Y/N strode into the room through a door at the back, a certain elegance in her step, which you would expect in royalty, not in a soldier.

Y/N strode through the room to Georges throne and sat on the arm rest, staring down at Blurrish with the same, cold, petrifying stare that George was in possession of. It was like Y/N was a copy of George.

George laid his arm around Y/N's waist and pulled her into his side. His prize. His pride. His possession. His.

"Y/N!"

Y/N awoke with a gasp, shooting up to sit straight in bed. Every inch of her body was covered in sweat, her breathing was heavy.

John sat beside the auburn haired woman and glanced at her worriedly "Is everything alright? You were whimpering."

Y/N stared down at her hands. She couldn't bear to look at John. "It happened again."

John immediately embraced her.

Days had turned into weeks, into months of nightly terror. Y/N was becoming more and more afraid of closing her eyes, because every time she did, George's face showed up, tormenting her dreams.

She was close to giving birth soon. And the closer the day came, the more she suffered under her dreams. She was scared for her child. She was scared for John. And she was scared of George.

"What was it this time?", John asked her softly as he noticed how she got calmer.

"The same like a couple of days ago. The throne room. The lieutenant. Him," Y/N replied, her head nuzzled into the crook of his neck. John ran his hand up and down her back in a calming matter.

It hurt him to see the woman he loved like this, plagued by nightmares of a man who loves her and yet wants to see her dead. He was worried for her mental health. If this continued, these nightmares, John knew she might end up mentally ill sometime. And the thought of it scared him.

"John?", Y/N spoke up softly after a while of comfortable silence.

John hummed, showing her that he was listening.

"When I gave birth to our child, I will leave for Britain."

John felt his heart drop with that sentence. He pulled back a little out of the embrace and stared at Y/N with wide eyes "What? You're joking, right?"

Y/N shook her head and looked up at him with determination filling her eyes. "I have something to do and if I don't, these nightmares will never end."

John slowly nodded, letting the realization sink in of what she wanted to do. "You want to kill George." "If that is the only way to end these nightmares, then I will take the risk."

"You will die," John said, his brows furrowing into a frown, worry clearly seen in his eyes. "I will die anyways, just a matter of when. I will die if I don't kill him. I will die if I try to kill him. I will die if I killed him and managed to come back. No matter what I do, John, I will die anyways."

"I won't let you," John shook his head, "I will not let you go when I just got you."

Y/N felt her heart break a little when she saw the tears fill his eyes.

"I just got you back out of death's hands, I won't let you wander into them again and watch you slip away from me, without me being able to do anything at all," John said and by the end, he was shaken by a sob.

"I have to do this," Y/N tried softly, but John shook his head "No, you don't. I will tell the others. None of them will let you go, no matter what you say. Not Eliza, not Hercules, not Alex. Especially not Alex."

Y/N averted her gaze. She couldn't stand to look into John's heartbroken, tearstained face, as it broke her heart even more. She already had a plan on how to get to Britain and how she could murder George. She knew though that the way she intended to go, it had its sacrifices. Sacrifices she was willing to make.

"Promise me," John sobbed, "Promise me you won't leave. Promise me you will stay. I don't want to lose you."

Finally Y/N looked up at him again. Tears were rolling down his face and he sniffled slightly. The sight shattered her heart into millions of pieces.

Tears were forming in her own eyes as she slowly, forcefully, nodded and said "I won't leave. I will stay."

John sobbed loudly as he pulled her close again and held her tight, burying his face in her shoulder, whispering "Promise me you'll stay beyond the sunrise."

"I promise."

I'm sorry, John...