𝑈𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 ~ 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝐼𝐼𝐼

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛

Dear Anastasia,

For all the years I've known about the brothel, I never assumed about the marital act. My goodness, I gave all my gratitude to you for sharing the details with me. No wonder why my brother could not even say the words about the knowledge besides just a single word. I was certain he would move on for you, Anastasia, it is clear he does not. I loathed now as much as you do, I cannot believe he tricked you.

My dear friend... my heart is shattered into pieces... I hope you are all right. If I can share my love with you, I have news. I spoke to Adoplpus, he gladly gave me independence and freedom for six months. No courting or men throwing over me with terrible proposals. You cannot imagine how much burden is off my shoulders.

I was hesitant to share the news with you after you are still caged. I thought it would bring a smile to your face... I met a wonderful pianist. His name is Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and he is eight years old. He is quite a special one, the music he played enlightened the whole home. I shared a proposition to him that you might like to hear him play in Buckingham House. I think it would bring more joy to his musical path.

I worship you as my own sister.

When you bring Mozart to your House and when you hear him play, it is my calling to you to be safe with me. Above all, I have a horrible question to ask you. How are you? Are you still talking with George? Hopefully not. I really want to know what he is hiding from you as well. I know you both made an agreement for even days to produce an heir. I know Coronation Day is coming up... and how can you bear with all the socialites in your life?

You must be a natural actress, Anastasia.

Always,
Charlotte

***

Coronation Day was a good day, indeed.

King George III and Queen Anastasia were crowned as true marks in Britain's history. God save the King, God save the Queen. Their crowns were blessed to praise their names in royalty. Their smiles and quiet laughter shared their sparkling romance with the ton for the great nation of England. All the people cheered for the king and queen on their arrival at Buckingham House.

They waved at the people while she spoke through her smile to call out to her right-hand man, "Brimsley, clear the halls."

"Right away."

King George and Queen Anastasia held their hands while their smiles continued. They are genuinely drawn closer to one another in bliss. They turned around as they walked while the cheering was behind them. Their feet landed on the platform, facing the foyer.

The moment when servants shut the doors, their hands pulled apart.

Anastasia could not wait to get the crown off of her heaviest updo. All of her pieces were carrying more weight along the crown. Craving to be alone without her husband. She approached Brimsley, "Can you please get this off my head?" He lifted the crown off her head before she moved her jaw to ease the swelling pain from forced smiles and laughter.

Anastasia and George walked down the corridor distanced away, between their bedchambers while Brimsley and Reynolds walked behind them. Each of them turned their back as they focused on the chamber. They both stopped when they heard the clearing throat from Brimsley.

George asked from behind, "What is it?"

Anastasia scoffed while her eyes rolled, "It is even day."

"Well, we do not need to adhere to every even day."