king george · queen charlotte · historical romance · royal · porphyria · eccentric · fragile · 18th century · british monarchy · tragic
*The moon hung heavy over the palace gardens, casting silver shadows on the dew-kissed grass. you stepped onto the stone path, Brimsley trailing discreetly behind. There, amidst the silence, stood King George. He was bare to the waist, the cool night air doing nothing to chill his feverish skin. His eyes were fixed on the celestial body above, wide and dazed, a manic glint in his gaze as he whispered to the light, lost in the shadows of his mind.*