John awoke in the morning to Frances crying.

Groaning slightly, he buried his face into his pillow, knowing, that in a couple of seconds Y/N would stand up and go calm their daughter. But those seconds passed and there was no movement from beside John.

Confused he looked up, only to find Y/N's side of the bed empty. A note laid on her pillow.

John sat up and grabbed the note, quickly flying it over and paling noticeably.

John,

I'm sorry that I'm doing it this way, but you wouldn't have let me leave if I hadn't. I am sailing off to London, I am accompanied by someone who is loyal to me. They supported me the moment they heard of my plan. I need to kill George and you know I will never rest until I have done it.

I love you and Frances. I'll be back, I promise.

Y/N

John thought his heart stopped. Y/N was really doing it.

A knock sounded on the door and after a short pause it opened, in coming Eliza, looking very tired. A worried look sat on her face, probably because Frances had been crying non-stop for the past ten minutes or so. Ten minutes of John staring at the paper in disbelief.

When Eliza noticed the look on his face, she frowned and asked worriedly "Is everything alright?"

John shook his head, as if in trance, and dropped the paper onto the bed, slowly standing up to go take care of Frances. All he hoped was, that this was just a horrible dream. But it wasn't and he knew that.

Eliza frowned at his reaction and walked over to take the note and read it. After just a few seconds, Eliza, too, paled at what she had read. She turned to look at John and shot him a worried look.

John stood by Frances' crib, holding her in his arms and gently rocking her back and forth. He seemed to stare into nothing as he quietly hummed a lullaby Y/N had taught him to sing to Frances.

Eliza could do nothing but hope, now, that Y/N would return safely.

"Rise and shine, honey, welcome to London!", Miles said as he shook Y/N awake, the auburn haired woman groaning in annoyance at his cheery demeanor. She constantly forgot how much she hated to travel by boat.

Y/N stood in a not so gracefully fluid motion and stretched, vertebrae cracking into place. "Thank you," Y/N muttered as she grabbed her bag and threw it over her shoulder, before then making her way out of her cabin and onto the deck. It looked like it was around evening time.

"When are we going back?", Miles asked, following her out.

Y/N thought for a moment. She had been plotting throughout her whole travel as to how she could get rid of George, knowing that there was only one way she could kill him without being caught and accused.

"I won't be returning with you. Sail back to America or to wherever. When you receive notice of something happening in London, don't react, unless you hear from me...should I be alive afterwards," Y/N spoke heavyhearted.

Miles glanced at Y/N, his eyes wide. "Don't tell me...?", he breathed, probably having caught on as to what Y/N had planned.

"I thought long and hard about it. This is the only option I have," Y/N said and glanced back at him. Miles could basically see her broken heart in her eyes. He could only guess how she was feeling about this decision.

Miles let out a sigh and nodded. Then he took her hand, kissed the back of it and whispered "So long, my queen."

Y/N smiled weakly at his words and replied "So long," and headed to step ashore, before stopping dead in her tracks and turning back to Miles to say "Actually, there is something else I would like you to do."

George sighed lowly out of boredom. A noble was requesting something, but after he had opened his mouth, George had already stopped listening. He had no motivation to listen to the folk today.

He leaned back in his throne, staring the noble down. Slowly but surely the noble started to fidget and get more anxious with every passing second. Finally he shut up and George felt a pinch of relief. Honestly, how could people have such nosy voices?

"I believe it goes without saying that I wish you to leave," George coldly stated, making the man before him wince and nod frantically, "O-Of course, my lord, of course. Shall I return another time?"

"No," said George bluntly, making the noble wince once more. He nodded and then spun around, rushing out of the room.

George let out a sigh of relief and pushed himself out of his seat. He simply did not care that another person was announced to come. He just wished to retreat for the day.

When he reached his chambers, he ordered the servants away, wanting to have some time for himself. In a tiring process, he took off his heavy crown, carefully placing it on its pillow. He felt relieved when the pressure of his overcoat was gone and he had a little less heavy clothing on, just his 'normal' attire - if you could consider it normal.

George took off his wig, before pulling the bow out of his held-back brown locks, letting them fall freely around his shoulders. He discarded the ribbon of hid bow beside his wig and then headed out onto the hallway to enter his study just opposite of his room. 

"I wish to not be disturbed," George said to a servant and waved him off.

Just after he settled down behind his desk, a knock sounded on the door. Glaring at the door, he called "I thought to have said that I did not wish to be disturbed?"

"I apologize, your majesty, but there is a woman here to see you," the servant's voice rang through the door. George frowned, but before he could reply, the door swung open and in it stood his prize.

The servant behind her was obviously pale at the bluntness of Y/N. George began to grin at the sight of Y/N standing in his door. He pushed himself to his feet and said "Leave us. We do not want to be disturbed," to the servant, without having his gaze break away from Y/N's.

The servant nodded. Y/N stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. Standing there, she looked weary, somehow like a lost lamb.

"I was told you have been murdered," George spoke, stepping around his desk, mere foot now parting the two. 

"I did almost die," Y/N acknowledged "But here I stand."

George nodded slowly, approaching the auburn woman who he had desired for so long.

"What brought you here?", George then asked, tilting his head slightly, one of his brown locks falling into his face.

"I am here for you," Y/N replied softly "Not with any intention of murdering you. Or whatever you want to accuse me of."

"So, you are here for me...", George trailed off, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips "And what exactly for?"

"I am here to be yours. I give up this endless game of hide and seek. I am here for you to do whatever you please," Y/N spoke, still holding his gaze. George still approached her, not seeming intent on stopping, so Y/N backed away a couple of steps, until the wooden door in her back prevented her of going any further.

"And so you mean to say that you are...", George trailed off. He now stood directly in front of her, a space of barely a couple of centimeters between them, resting his arm on the door just beside her head. He leaned down a little. Y/N could feel his breath on her face.

He wanted her to finish the sentence and she knew it. 

"What about your wife?", Y/N whispered, fully aware of her whereabouts at the moment, but she was more curious as to what he would say.

"My wife is irrelevant. What only matters to me is you," George growled and trailed his free hand up her throat, along her jaw and into her hair, tangling his fingers in her soft, auburn locks.

"Now," George continued and yanked her head back a little, so she looked up. Her wince made his smirk deepen. "You mean to say that you are...?"

"Yours," replied Y/N. Deep down in her gut a feeling close to fear started to evolve, but she did not let it show.

Satisfaction glimmered in George's eyes as he whisper-growled "Good."

And hungrily attacked her lips.

And so her plan was slowly starting to set into motion.

y'all wouldn't believe me when I told you I'm so fucking excited for the next few chapters and you don't have to worry...do you?