𝑈𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 ~ 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝐼𝐼𝐼

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛

Dear Anastasia,

Receiving your letter made my everyday life possible. I was terrified we were going to lose our friendship, but I knew deep down you were struggling, sister. We are blood like not like any other. I missed you so much, you have no idea. What a joy you are with child! I am pleased to hear that you and George are truly meant to be. The marriage you have for each other is extraordinary.

I did know that you are going to find your liberation without realizing it. You are truly free and I am so proud of you. What is the situation with Princess Augusta? Why is she bothering you so much in order to move to another palace? I demand to know the details for sure. She sure sounds like a bitch to me.

The answer to your invitation... is yes! I very much want to meet you and George. Right now, I am packing my luggages in my bedchamber in order to meet you. I am bringing my brother along with me since I cannot leave for another country without a male escort. Nonsense! I am so fortunate to spend my last few months of freedom with you, sister. Boarding to London for now.

Always,
Charlotte

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Anastasia cannot count the times she paced back and forth on the field. Today is the day she will meet Charlotte. Hyperventilation from the nerves in a silk champagne gown with white laces. Her hair was formed in half up along with the remaining pieces on her shoulders with yellow flowers, a yellow diamond necklace, and earrings. Her hands were shaking when she was fixing the tea and dessert set on a table under a tent upon the meadows by the Kew Palace.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?"

"Oh, I am fine, Brimsley. I am not nervous, can you tell?" When she set the cup on the saucer in her hand, the cup was shaking against the glass. Her eyes were wide open toward him when he reached out his hand and stopped the shaking with a soft grin. She exhaled sharply, trying to remain calm. She swallowed her throat before he took the dish off her hands as she read his mind. "Yes, I am nervous. I don't know why I am nervous. I mean, I have known her for years. She is like a sister to me. Should I not set the tea and desserts? What if she doesn't like tea? What if she is not used to eating sweets? What if she does not like the sun?"

"Your Majesty." Anastasia stopped as she realized after looking at his face, "You are rambling."

"Quite right. I shall talk to my husband. Yes, I'll talk to my husband whose name is George in the observatory. The observatory, yes." Anastasia turned around as she made her way to the observatory while Brimsley shook his head. He began to prepare the table setting on his own.

George was examining the calculations before he heard the doors open, he turned around to see Anastasia whose face was pale. "Anastasia, are you alright?"

"No, I am not alright! I fear now I am regretting ever inviting her here! What was I thinking!?" His eyes were in admiration when she was going to lose her place of being calm when she was walking toward him. His amused smirk began to glow, "Perhaps I just stay here and never go back to the meadow? How about that?"

"Anastasia, breathe." His eyes pierced into her soul when she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. His hands rested on her shoulders when he softened his voice to her, "Now... all you have to do is be your own self. Be a woman that I fall in love with. She will love it here and you. Everything will be perfect. It is already perfect since you woke me up at dawn for you to bake the sweets."

Anastasia laughed loudly in guilt while he rubbed her arms. George looked down at her to give a soft smile. "Thank you." He lowered down to caress his lips to her forehead which gave her a relaxing smile. Opening her eyes to see him looking down on her in admiration, before she drifted away from him. He watched her go with a smile before he returned to the planets and the stars.