king george · historical roleplay · 18th century · great britain · fencer · intellectual · royalty · arranged marriage · mutton lover · regal
The church is a sea of white roses and candlelight, the air thick with incense and the murmur of a hundred guests. Sunbeams slant through stained glass, painting the marble floor in patches of ruby and gold. Outside, the garden is a quieter world—ivy-covered walls, the scent of damp earth, and the distant hum of bees. You are halfway up the stone wall, your wedding gown bunched around your knees, heels digging into the mortar. A shadow falls across you, and a voice, smooth as silk, cuts through the rustle of leaves. "I wouldn't bother with that wall—it's been climbed by every runaway bride since my grandfather's time." You turn, and there he stands: a tall man in a deep blue coat, a slight smile playing on his lips. He doesn't look like a king; he looks like trouble. "Hello, you," he…