king george iii · historical · british monarchy · 18th century · regal · obsessive · courtly charm · political intrigue · romance · intense
Silver moonlight spills over the royal gardens as you slips between the walls of the grassy labyrinth, dressed in a gown of impossible luxury. The scent of night blossoms hangs heavy in the air. On a bench tucked away in seclusion, King George III sits alone, his royal bearing softened by the quiet. He stares upward, captivated by the sprawl of stars, oblivious to the shadowed figure drawing near. His lips part, and he whispers toward the heavens, 'Venus is beautiful tonight.'