I hope y'all aren't gonna kill me after this

Y/N froze dead in her tracks, pulling the horse to an abrupt stop, John slowly pulling his into a stop beside her.

Across the clearing, leaning against a tree, stood Henry, dressed in a red coat, his blond hair pulled back into a ponytail, though a few strands fell into his face. Behind him, in the forest itself, stood about a handful of men, considered against the hundred she had expected, that should be about fifty.

"Did you assume I would not come after you? By the gods, you are my wife, why should I let you go just like that, especially with our child?", Henry said, a worried and yet taunting look on his face, as he slowly stepped into the clearing, closer to the duo.

"Speaking of our child, where is it?", Henry asked, his brows furrowed slightly.

Y/N's breath hitched and she felt her heartbeat speed up, the memories haunting her mind once more, the memories of how she had held her dead child in her arms.

Pressing her lips to a small line and forcing herself to a trained expression, she said "That is none of your business, Henry. You wanted it dead, after all, so why should I trust you to it?"

Henry raised his eyebrow at Y/N "I wanted it dead, you say? Why would I want our child, my heir, dead?"

"I don't know, because you told George so?", Y/N said bitterly, venom lacing her voice as slowly anger made itself clear in her eyes. John beside her shot her a worried glance, before turning his attention back to the British.

"I assume that Freckles is your new lover?", Henry mused, a taunting smirk on his lips as he crossed his arms. "Well, I would not even be surprised, after all, you seem to change lovers like you change your daily dresses."

Behind Henry, the soldiers snickered, while Y/N's stomach churned with pure anger and she snarled "I am not the one who daily changed his harlots. I do want to remind you that that was you, Henry. The only man who ever touched me before was Edward."

"Yes, touched. George told me I was the one who broke you, the delicate, beautiful flower of Windsor Castle that remains a mystery to the world and a prize to the Frederick brothers. Did you know that even George wanted you?", Henry spoke, tilting his head a little.

Now it was Y/N's turn to smirk as she replied "Have you even looked at me, Henry?"

While Henry's smirk dropped, a few British soldiers had hunger in their eyes, some stifling their laughter, John snorting beside her.

"You think you can get sassy now, Y/N, don't you," Henry drawled and a glare was shot towards John and then to Y/N.

Y/N shrugged and replied "I was always sassy, you and your great family just decided to lock me into a cage and shut me out of the world."

Henry pursed his lips, thinking. Then he said "Come home with me and I'll let Freckles over there live."

Y/N gulped, pressing her lips to a thin line, giving Henry a cold stare.

"What tells me you are saying the truth? In these years I've learned to be aware of the things you say and offer, as there's always some kind of loophole," Y/N said, to which John looked at her with a horrified expression and he whispered "Y/N no, you can't be seriously considering this!"

Henry grinned smugly. Y/N knew he thought he'd won the fight, but no. He wouldn't win this. This was her win.

"That may be true, but I promise you, he will not be harmed in any way, nor even killed. I swear on the crown of my brother," Henry said. Y/N frowned a little. She knew he was speaking anything but the truth - it's just how he was. Swearing on some random thing and trying to persuade the other that he is speaking the truth. But never before had he sworn on his brothers' crown.

"The fact that you swore on George's crown does not make this better in any kind of way, Henry," Y/N said and watched as Henry began to grin.

"Oh, believe me, this makes everything better. Don't you know? Swearing on his crown is binding me to my word," Henry said smugly, to which Y/N flashed him a cold smile "Of course, how could I forget."

Y/N got off of her horse and handed the reigns to John.

John stared at her with wide eyes "What? Y/N, no, you've got to be kidding me!" He grabbed her wrist and held it in a tight grip, preventing her from turning away.

Y/N had her back turned to Henry and so she smiled up at John, mouthing 'I've got a plan. Tag along.' 

Something shifted in John's gaze, but he kept his facade up. Y/N said "I'm sorry. I was stupid to think that I could run away. In the end, I do belong to Henry..." She didn't need to turn around to know that Henry was grinning, satisfied with this outcome.

John slowly let go of her wrist, frowning at her. Hurt flickered in his eyes.

Y/N turned around, her hands dropping to her sides and one of them was close to something that gave John an idea of what she had planned - her knife.

Y/N walked towards Henry, his smirk sickening her to the pits of her stomach. She gave him a sense that she was submissive, her shoulders slumping, her eyes barely meeting his gaze.

When she stood before him, Henry smiled and took her chin in his hand, gripping it tightly, forcing her to look up at him. Y/N winced at the tight grip, involuntarily, which she cursed herself, as Henry's smirk broadened by her reaction.

"I've missed you, my love," Henry breathed, leaning down to kiss her. Rather unwillingly Y/N returned the kiss, wrapping her left arm around his neck and pulling him close, while her right hand tightened around the handle of her knife.

Henry let go of her chin and slid his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. His tongue traced her lower lips, asking for entrance, which she allowed him. And then she struck.

In one swift movement she swung her right arm around and plunged the knife deep into his neck. It was buried to the hilt. And just as Henry started coughing blood into her mouth, a shot rang through the field and Y/N felt a searing pain in her left side, just under her second rib.

As Henry went limp in her arms, he pulled her to the ground with him, the pain making it unbearable for her to stand. 

More shots rang through the clearing, people started yelling.

One of those voices was clear as day to Y/N.

John.

And he was calling her name.

Henry's dead face smiled wickedly at Y/N, more blood spilling past his lips. Y/N tried to ignore the iron taste of his blood in her mouth, but soon she didn't know who it belonged to - if it was his or her own.

Someone pulled her into their arms, making her groan in pain. Her chest felt like it was on fire.

"Hey, Y/N, don't you dare die on me now, or I'll kill you. How could you do something so reckless? Alex will kill me! He'll fucking kill me!", John exclaimed, panic obvious in his voice as he looked over Y/N.

Y/N forced a smile to her lips as she looked up at him.

"Told you I've got a plan," she was interrupted by a coughing fit. Blood spilled past her lips.

"Y/N, shut up, don't talk," John ordered, ripping a strip of clothing off of his coat, long enough so he could wrap it tightly around her wound, tight enough to maybe stop the bleeding.

"I'm sorry, John," Y/N smiled, wincing at the harsh and sudden application of pressure to the wound.

"Shut up!"

"I'm really sorry."

"I said shut up!", John nearly yelled, pain lacing his voice now. Why was he in pain?

"Tell Alex I love him," Y/N forced herself to smile for John one last time.

John shook his head "No, I won't, because you will tell himself. Don't you dare die on me, you can't die on me, you can't die, I promised him I would look out for you, please don't die."

"I may not live to see our glory," Y/N whispered.

John's eyes widened at her words.

"But I will gladly join the fight."

"Y/N no, stop this," John whispered, terror flowing through his veins, his heart racing a marathon.

"And when our children tell our story," Y/N slowly trailed off, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"No, Y/N! I can't allow you to die! Don't die! We're going to fix you, so just stay awake, okay? We're going to fix you!", John quickly said, looking up. The battle was almost over and, by the looks of it, were the British losing.

"They'll tell the story of tonight", Y/N asked quietly. A drop of water landed on her cheek. For a moment she asked herself if it was rain, then she noticed this drop of water belonged to John. Because he was crying, too.

"Y/N don't leave me, okay? I need you," John pleaded "I love you, please don't go. Stay awake a little longer."

Then.

Black.