She would give anything to see his face the moment George walked into her room, only to find his queen sobbing on the floor.

What he would have looked like? She would have to ask Miles later about it.

Getting to where we are now, George sat on the ground beside his wife, his arms wrapped around her tight and a look of worry across his features as Y/N cries into his shoulder.

Y/N could almost hear him asking what's wrong, but knew that he probably wouldn't dare to ask such a stupid question. After all, he just found out his wife wouldn't be able to bear children.

He didn't need to know that this was just another way to get him out of her bed.

"Are you alright, my love?", George asked and Y/N almost snorted. Not as stupid as what she thought he might ask,  but still stupid enough.

"Alright?", she scoffed softly and wiped her tears away, "What is 'alright'?"

George got to his feet and took her hands in his, pulling her up with him gently before sitting down on the bed.

"I apologize, that was not a good way to phrase it," George apologized and glanced down at their intertwined hands. Who knew a psychopath could be taken down from his high horse so easily?

"No, it was not," Y/N replies and pressed her lips to a thin line. She decided, for now, to just wait for him to speak up first, before she would answer.

George, apparently, took a while to from another phrase that would hopefully sound not as stupid as before. Then again, Y/N wouldn't expect otherwise. She doubted his capability of empathizing with others.

"We will be alright, my dear. I have a couple of heirs already," George began, but Y/N interrupted him "But I wanted to have a child with you, have an heir that shares my genes! I would have wanted for him or her to sit on the throne after we pass, not those children of your first wife. I don't doubt that they're just as intelligent as their mother!"

Y/N knew that she must have struck a nerve in George. All Charlotte was ever educated in was how to take care of a household, Y/N noticed in all those years she had lived together with that woman.

And she knew for sure she had struck a nerve, when his palm connected with her cheek and a sharp sting followed.

"You may be mine now, my equal in almost every way, but do not talk about Charlotte or my children that way," George growled, fury glowing in his eyes.

"Do you seriously think for me to be the only one to talk that way? You should hear the servants and what they say about our past queen consort. What I just stated was not even the tip of it all. What they say is far worse."

"What do they say?", George asked and tilted his head to the side slightly, frowning at his queen.

"Things worse than what I just said," she replied and gasped when she found his hand wrapped around her throat, cutting off her air supply.

"What. Do. They. Say?", he repeated slowly, watching with a sick, twisted grin as his wife grabbed at his hand, trying to yank it off her, without luck.

"I won't let go until you tell me what they say," George grinned, enjoying the sight of her skin slowly flushing with color.

There's the psychopath that Y/N thought he had shoved aside at her little show.

"Some say she should have been killed way earlier," Y/N choked out. Obviously, none of the servants openly admit to those thoughts, so she had no idea if this assumption, for one, was true or not. She could only hope.

"And what more?", George asked, raising a brow, his grip on her throat still tight.

Tears started to well up in her eyes as Y/n barely managed to say "She wasn't worthy of being queen. You could have married your sister, it wouldn't have made a difference."

Finally, his grip loosened and Y/N let herself drop back onto the bed, gasping for air. She turned onto her side slightly, her breath heavy.

"And you are sure you did not just make those things up to try and coax me further into your web?", George asked and Y/N thought her heart stopped.

He knows.

"Dear Y/N, did you really think I would not notice how you threatened your doctor to feed me those lies? Did you really think I would not notice that you were feeding me lies, too, all this time?"

He knows, he knows, he knows.

"I know my wife's death hasn't been an accident. Yes, it was an ambush, but there is one thing you missed in plotting it all," George said with a smirk, turning Y/N over onto her back. The horror on her face made his smirk grow even broader, his eyes wide.

"A dagger lined with poison, very classic, my love. Of course, with you plotting this, a simple dagger wouldn't have been enough. Poison should do. And you had to choose the same poison that you killed my dear brother Edward with."

George tutted and laid a hand on her cheek, gently patting the pale red mark he had left earlier.

"My dearest Y/N, what should I do with you?"

The horror on Y/N's face, much to George's surprise, slowly started to morph into a calm face, a soft smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"The question is rather, what colors do you want the flowers to be when I arrange your funeral?"

And with that, George's smirk turned into a shocked expression, when a dagger pierced his chest.

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