CARDIGAN, K.G

eight

LIKE MOST COUPLES juniper and george did fight. but unlike most couples were you forced to get married and only lay with each other during even days. like many couples, juniper and george did get annoyed with each other- but it was on a whole other level.

"will you please no longer breathe so loudly?" juniper asks as she cuts her food. "would you please not talk?" george asks aggravated as she puts his utensils down. "i will talk if i wish to talk." she replies sassily as he rolls his eyes.

"what exactly is the problem? you have been behaving like a child since my first morning here, and i have-" george begins as juniper cuts him off. "vous avez respiré dans mes chambres." juniper says as george makes his way to her side if the table.

"english juniper please! i do not understand french and i do not like when you try to secretly insult me!" george exclaims as juniper rolls her eyes. "you have been breathing in my rooms!" she shouts as he gets closer to her.

"would you like me to leave?" he asks trying to reprimand her. "oui, leave now." she says as he sighs. "it is an even day." he states. "yes it is." juniper says eagerly as george grabs a hold on her chin and connects their lips hungrily as brimsley rushes everyone out.

to say poor brimsley and reynolds was the least since they pulled things like that and much worse. like one day as the king was bathing juniper entered the chambers and spoke up. "c'est une journée égale." she states in french. it seemed like they used that term so much george understand it in a different language.

"reynolds get out." george says as reynolds berries out and shuts the door. juniper then began to struggle with removing her clothes as george groans. "just get in." he says.

"NOW THAT THE honeymoon has ended, we have galleries, operas, plays for you to see. your majesty can also do charity works of your choice." brimsley notifies juniper. "hmm, i'd like to give to orphans, and poor mothers in hospital." juniper declares.

"what about balls or any thing?" she asks excitedly. "oh, the king does not allow any formal gatherings at the palace, ever." brimsley says. "oh.. well maybe we can go out and socialize then." juniper says adamantly as brimsley looks at her.

"onky the king does not socialize.." he says feeling sorry for the queen. "why not?" she asks suspiciously. "i do not know. it is simply his way." brimsley says. "has it always been his way?" juniper asks as brimsley nods.

"for a time, yes." he says as juniper is in thought. "he does not seem shy with people, he has no stutter..." she mumbles to herself. "his social faces are intact." brimsley says trying to reassure juniper. "he has a nice smile. he is tall and strong, and handsome, et sent comme un homme." juniper says still trying to piece together things.

"maybe it has something to do with the doctor..." brimsley says lowly. "doctor? quel médecin?" juniper asks as she stares at brimsley, a hand in her hip. "no doctor? in fact i've misspoken." he says as she rolls her eyes, walking out.

she wanted to confront george right on the spot but she let her even day feelings get in the way as she entered the room. a while later as she lay next to george she spoke up. "are you not well?" she asks her husband.

"was that not up to your royal standards?" he asks as he buttons up his shirt. "very funny george." she says sarcastically. "you saw a doctor the other day in the cellar." she says getting straight to the point.

"the crown must be examined on coronation da-." george begins. "please tell me the truth. because if that was the case wouldn't they need to examine me? i mean that's all they care about, me making a baby... ils seraient partout sur moi." she says as he rubs his eyes.

"cellar feels like a secret." juniper points out. "cellar is where the examination room is." george says surely. "that is all?" juniper asks. "that is all." george assures her. "fine, if that is what you say.... that is what i just believe." she says unconvinced.

"june.." george beings. "i am off to bed. i have a busy day tomorrow, meeting my ladies-in-waiting. after all i am now, what we're those words...? ah! living for the happiness or misery of a great nation!" she says quoting george as he rolls his eyes at her, watching her leave the room.

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ello mate

this might have spelling errors but like i'm half asleep i'm sorry😔