𝑈𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 ~ 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝐼𝐼𝐼

𝐸𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒

Fifty-six years lasted forever. Those are the years that royal marriage united. Those are the years a marriage between a king and queen lasted their love for one another was pure and divine. Those are the years when their bloodline lived from twenty children. The carriage was riding to the Kew Palace where it is located by the Duchess Palace which the carriage traveled from.

The meeting was joyful enough to have two powerful women united as they spoke wonderfully to one another. The Duchess lived happily on her own where she adopted fifteen orphans from the orphanages and served her place along with Lady Danbury in London. She could not live without her sister, and she would not be happy without her. She gave a great honor to the queen.

Inside a window was the face of someone familiar who was aged beautifully. In the gray rope-coiled hair that was wrapped in a high statue while the parting hair rested on her shoulders, dressed in a light blue gown with encrusted diamonds. The earrings and necklace were rhinestones with pearls while wearing a midnight blue cloak.

Breathing deeply inside, the door was opened for her. Stepping out of the carriage as she was motivated to see her love in the palace. Her eyes looked up as she reminisced all the moments she shared with herself and the king from home. Walking forward while she lifted her gown far from her heels, then she shared a glance with her right-hand man, Brimsley.

"Do not hover, Brimsley. I'm quite capable of seeing him on my own."

He bowed down to her with a soft smile that she greatly remembered. Her hands pulled the ribbons from the cloak and it let fly upon the servants' hands. Grabbing her gown when she quickly climbed up the steps with a happy smile with soft laughter. Passing the servants' eyes. Passing her dogs that were bred into five each. Passing the hallways upon the rugs, and finally... a door was approaching her eyes.

From her hands she opened it wide enough, entering the bedchamber where a king was held. There he was, writing on the wall beside the bed as he murmured quietly. "George."

"Do not bother me in... in... in the sky," said he. He was dressed in a red  robe with his night skirt with black pants and his hair was gray from the view. She wished to see the eyes that she loved so dearly.

"George. It is me. It is your Anastasia. I have news, mon amour. Wonderful news!" Her eyes looked ahead of her, seeing him not listening or not seeing her. He was focused on the stars and the heavens. Her voice softened, "George? George."

He murmured softly as he heard no one else. Her smile slowly turned into a frown, wallowing in despair. Her eyes grew sparkled as she was feeling... adventurous. Her heels clinked forward by the bed which he heard as he remembered the heels over the garden wall. Hearing the soft humming of a song that he heard so clearly... evermore.

His face turned to see a beautiful woman who took his breath away as he remembered. Her soft smile beamed as she lowered down to her knees, then disappeared into existence.

"Just George. Farmer George. My George, we are summoned for an adventure!" He was summoned to hear a voice that spoke to him righteously, so he followed her ways. Lowering himself down as he peered under the pad from the bed. There she was, laying flat on her back. Smiling warmly as she proclaimed her voice, "Come. Hide from the heavens with me."

George shifted his body toward her, joining by her side. His voice grew more happy, "Anastasia. Why, hello."

"Hello, George." Her wish came true when she finally saw him. Seeing the light from his eyes that she knew fondly of. She turned her head above as she looked underside of the bed.

"It is quiet here."

"My George... We have succeeded. Our son, Jean, he has married and his wife, Beatrice, is with child."

"Jean is going to be a father?"

"Oui." Chucking together at the news, then she muttered the words. "Your line will live on."

His eyes stared deeply into her eyes as he reminded her, "Our line."

Her smile blossomed as she looked up above, "Our line."

A hand was welcomed in the embrace. His fingers ran through her fingers, her heart was beating warmly. The moment her eyes shifted to her left, there he was. Her George dressed in a uniform. The brown hair and eyes were handsome as ever since the moment she fell in love and took a vow to marriage and her own. A king in her heart, her true love, her world, her husband, and her liberation. "Thank you."

Her smile embraced the love she received from two words that meant so much more. She saved him as much as he saved her. For now, she replied, "Thank you." The invisible pull from their souls united with a kiss. A kiss that forever remained the same since they shared their union, their adventures, their freedom, and their souls' enlightenment over all those years.

Her fingers caressed his jaw lovingly when they parted their lips from one another, returning to looking up at the stars. "Fancy meeting you here." Letting out a peal of laughter that she responded to, could not bear the emotions in her soul. Her eyes were filled with tears. Tears of joy and love.

George turned his head toward her while he softly spoke his words, "You did not go over the wall." Anastasia turned her head as she sighed deeply. Smiling warmly at him as she slowly spoke her words so clearly.

"No, George... I did not go over the wall." He smiled sweetly as his eyes were clear. There she was, his Anastasia dressed in a light purple gown. Her brown eyes and her hair was golden red, the same young woman that he fell in love with so helplessly from the moment he truly saw her in which she smelled like flowers. His light, his true love, his world, his wife, and his liberation.

The hands were embracing in a hold, their heads shifted aside as they both looked up. From the outside of the bed, there were two heels under the pad as they were embracing their moments as they grabbed hold. Standing at the top of their world together... Unconditionally.