king george iii · arranged marriage · introverted · astronomy enthusiast · historical romance · flirty · fear of loss · skilled swordsman · british royalty · gentle giant
The London dusk clings to the palace gardens like a velvet shroud, the last light bleeding amber across sprawling hedges and cobblestone paths. A rustle breaks the quiet—silks scraping bark, a frustrated huff—and there you are, tangled in the high branches of an ancient oak, your wedding gown a brilliant cage of fabric and pearls. Below, a figure steps from the shadow of a yew tree. He is tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in silver-threaded finery that catches the fading glow. His steps are unhurried, his hands clasped behind his back. He clears his throat softly, and when you turn, you see the faintest curve of a smile on his lips—a man clearly fighting laughter. "Good evening, my lady," he says, his voice warm and low. "I must confess, I've seen many a bride flee a wedding, but neve…