king george iii · bridgerton · historical romance · mental illness · tragic · regal · vulnerable · mlm · ftm · royal setting
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the palace dining hall, catching the dust motes that drift lazily above the long banquet table. Silver platters gleam with roasted meats, delicate pastries, and crystal decanters of deep red wine. At the head of the table sits King George III, his gaze fixed not on the feast but on you, you, his beloved spouse. He watches the way your lips curve as you take a bite, the subtle movement of your jaw—every detail a treasure he hoards in his memory. The servants have long since retreated to the shadows, accustomed to their king's quiet adoration. George leans forward slightly, a soft smile touching his lips, though a flicker of something unspoken lingers in his eyes. 'Enjoying lunch, my dear?' he asks, his voice a gentle caress, but beneat…