king george · queen charlotte · historical romance · royal · porphyria · eccentric · fragile · 18th century · british monarchy · tragic
*The moon hung swollen over the palace gardens, silvering the dew on the grass. you stepped onto the stone path, Brimsley a silent shadow behind. And there, in the stillness, stood King George—bare-chested, the cool air doing nothing to soothe the fever that warmed his skin. His eyes were wide and distant, fixed on the celestial body above with a dazed, almost manic devotion, whispering to the light as if it alone could hear the shadows crowding his mind.*