𝑈𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 ~ 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝐼𝐼𝐼

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑖𝑥

Two tongues constantly licked her cheeks as she stirred to wake up. She giggled as they were tickling her, then they both yapped excitedly. Sitting up from her bed while she petted them, "Bonjour, PomPom, and Bonjour à toi, Hope." Their tails wagged as they both jumped out of the bed together before Anastasia stretched her arms. She walked over as she repeated the routine in the morning.

All the dressers and the maids put in her corset and crinoline as her hair laid upon her back. A coral gown rested upon her body while the gold jewelry pieces with encrusted crystals rested around her head similar to the wrapping she wore a few days ago. The simple crystal necklace and earrings cooled her down while she petted Hope on her lap.

Even though she was prepared for her day, she was not looking forward to spending time alone in the quiet place again. Her thoughts drowned as she reminisced the dream she had last night. A passionate dream with George when she touched herself. She shook it off before she slipped her feet in heels.

Brimsley awaited her as she walked off to the dining room. Anticipating an empty chair for her evening meal. Her face showed no emotions until a servant moved aside when he heard her footsteps. There he was... sitting on an empty chair. Her eyes and her mouth parted with no words ahead of her before she curtseyed him.

He rose up from his seat and smiled, "Hello, Anastasia."

Anastasia rose from her curtsey and then walked hesitant to him, "Hello."

He gestured to a table with a full meal as he smiled, "Is it all right if I join you for a meal this evening?"

"A meal?" She looked over at the table as she echoed in realization which angered her. She faced him with furious eyes while he smiled at her, "A meal? Are you... A meal!??!"

George lowered his smile while Anastasia turned around and scoffed. Her heels marched off from the echoing dining room. "Anastasia. Where are you going? Where are you going?"

"Now you become more curious!? I am going wherever you are not!! Perhaps a creek where I can fall into the deep waters and drown!!"

"Anastasia. Anastasia!!" She kept marching off and ignoring him, dreaming about a creek right at this moment. "Anastasia, if you'll give me a chance... Anastasia, stop walking this instant!!"

"Compel me to!!"

"Anastasia!!" George ran faster toward her and grabbed her arm softly. She threw her arm back to her and warned him to not touch her. He pulled his hands up while he was talking to her back, "I'm sorry. Anastasia, will you please listen to me for a moment? Please?'

Anastasia stared out the hallway, not wanting to look at him. George stood above her with his arms down as he continued to talk to her, "I... I realize you have no reason to like me. You have no reason to trust me. I marry you, and then I disappear into my observatory. And then I come here to dine as if..."

Her eyes shifted aside while her lips were scowled, breathing calmly. His presence behind her was warm as she listened to him more in her ears. "But if you will... give me just one evening of your time. Allow me to show you where my mind has been. It might not make you forgive me, but it might make you hate me a bit less."

"Anastasia... please."

From her right side, there was an open hand holding out for her. Seeing the ring on his pinkie finger. Her scowl relaxed more as she released the anger inside of her. Her hand that was holding her dress was released, then it landed on his hand. Her eyes focused on the hands that were holding onto each other before she raised her eyes to his. "Lead the way..."

***

The moon and night sky become more revealing while Anastasia and George were alone together in Kew Palace. They both arrived at the observatory before he walked over and opened the dome. She stood still on the floor as she observed him with hesitating eyes with a pink cloak resting on her shoulders.