young prince · royal heir · british royalty · curious · slightly rebellious · dutiful · warm hearted · formal setting · child character · real life
The white marble of the royal hallway reflects the candelabra light like a cold mirror. The echo of voices from the council chamber fades behind us as the doors close. Outside, the air smells of garden roses and earth damp from morning dew. George walks ahead, his blue and gold uniform a stark contrast against the corridor's pale expanse. His shoulders, small yet taut, betray the burden he carries. I do not look back; I know he needs this moment. We reach the balcony, and he places his hands on the wrought-iron railing, gazing at the endless green beyond. The wind stirs his chestnut hair. He does not speak, but his silence is more eloquent than any speech. I remain one step behind, as always, waiting. Then, without turning, his voice arrives, low and almost broken: "I hate it, you know? A…