"Lieutenant Blurrish, as requested, your highness," a servant said and bowed, before leaving after George waved him off.

There he stood - the scared Lieutenant who had been ordered to kill Y/N. And yet, even though he so persistently had said he had spoken the truth, Y/N was here, by George's side.

She stood beside his throne, her hand laid on his shoulder, no expression on her face. Blank. Nothing.

Lieutenant Blurrish, on the other hand, was as pale as a ghost, scared to death, nothing but horror evident in his eyes. He had been so convinced that he had successfully murdered Y/N and yet, there she stood.

"I believe you are aware of who this is," George calmly spoke, pulling Blurrish's gaze over to him. He could see how the poor soldier's hands were shaking. Well, everyone get's what they deserve.

"Yes, my lord," Lieutenant Blurrish spoke quietly.

"Then I may also say that I think you know as to why I called you here," George continued, laying his hand over Y/N's.

"Yes, my lord," the Lieutenant continued.

Y/N squeezed George's shoulder slightly, before slowly beginning to approach the poor soldier.

"What do you plead yourself guilty of?", George asked, tilting his head slightly and watched with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes, as Y/N approached the trembling soldier with a soft smile growing on her lips. He had all the rights to be frightened.

"Attempting to murder Princess Y/N, my lord," the lieutenant spoke, not looking at Y/N as she now slowly walked around him as if she were a lion focussing on its prey.

"And what do you think should be the entitled punishment?", George asked. But Blurrish knew this question wasn't directed towards him.

A hand laid on his shoulder and ran across to his other shoulder, before he felt Y/N scoop down behind him, her breath grazing his ear.

"I think we should let him fly," Y/N whispered, but the room was dead silent, so George of course heard too.

A shiver ran down Blurrish's spine and he couldn't help but regret that he hadn't waited. He should've waited and should've made sure that Y/N was dead, but his foolishness and the thought of security made him leave before he could've been sure of her dead.

The grin that George and Y/N shared scared Lieutenant Blurrish to death. Not that it wouldn't be long until that anyways.

"John?", Eliza asked softly as she knocked on the door to his room. His and Y/N's room.

After Y/N had left, Frances had moved into Phillip's room, because John just shut down. After she'd left, John had stopped eating as much as he used to, or drinking with his friends, or doing anything outside of his room in general.

He was scared. Not just worried, scared for Y/N's life. George held it in his hands now and he was scared to maybe hear sometime soon that the love of his life had died. He knew how ruthless the king of Britain could be, considering all of the things he's ordered to have done against her.

When John gave no sound, Eliza let out a soft sigh and knocked again.

"John, can I come in?", she asked, looking at Alex who stood just down the hall, standing outside of the children's room and holding Phillip in his arms.

When again no sound emitted from the room, Eliza said "I'm coming in," and pushed down the handle, stepping into the dark room.

The air was thick, the window hadn't been opened for quite a while as it seemed. The curtains had been pulled closed. He only came out of his room if he wanted to eat something at a random time of day or if he wanted to use the bathroom.

There he was, as miserable as ever.

John laid in bed, curled up around the pillow Y/N always used, savoring her smell so long it still lingered. It was getting sparse after weeks of her not being here, but his imagination let her smell still be present.

Eliza sighed softly and walked over to the window, pulling the curtains aside to let in the light. John didn't move. Neither did he stir when Eliza opened the window to let in some fresh air.

Eliza turned away from the window and looked at John, her hands on her hips. John was kind of a part of her family now, even if he and Y/N weren't yet married.

"John, this can't go on forever," Eliza finally spoke up. John still didn't move. She frowned at his nonexistent reaction and walked towards the bed.

"If she knew you'd be moping around here, I don't think that she'd be okay with it. Rather, I think she'd kick your ass." Finally he moved.

John sat up in slow motion as it seemed, clinging tightly to a pillow – Y/N's pillow. His curls fell wildly into his face and he looked at Eliza with tired eyes, as he then spoke "Since when do you use words like 'ass'?"

His voice was raw from not enough hydration as well as from barely using it, so he was kind of surprised he still had his ability to talk.

Eliza smiled sadly "Since a certain someone started sulking. I know that it's hard. I know what kind of fear you live with. But believe me when I tell you that Y/N would not want you to mope around. She'd rather have you playing with your daughter and teaching her all the nonsense you can while her mother is away."

And finally, after what seemed like decades, John cracked a smile.

A knock sounded from the doorframe and John and Eliza turned their heads to see Alex standing there with a face as pale as if he'd seen a ghost. A letter was in his hands.

"What is it?", John asked and the fear in his voice was as clear as day.

Alex only cleared his throat, before he began to read aloud "If this letter reaches your household, a good month has already passed. My name is Miles, I am the one who helped Y/N sail to London and am one of the few she trusts. I send you this letter to let you know that Queen Charlotte has been killed in an ambush as she had been on her way to visit her home country. Y/N is to take her place."

John felt like he had just gone deaf. This couldn't be what he thought it was, could it?

Y/N was to become King George III's wife.

Y/N was to become Queen.

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