Bring Georgedon i: "He's how tall?" Oh, that doesn't matter, he's a bottom.

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Brandon. Brandon had recently just broken up with his boyfriend, Zander. It wasn't Zander's fault, however. Brandon had fallen for another. Another man. One man in particular. King George iii. The moment Bradon saw him in the history textbook, he knew he was in love and couldn't get out.

Bradon often daydreamed about his king. He couldn't focus in class, at least, not more than he usually does. The teachers would ask him a question, and he would respond with a dreamy "King George." The students would laugh. Zander would get sad and angry. He couldn't beleive Brandon was so locked onto a dead boy.

Zander was fed up. Zander told Brandon he couldn't take it. He said they were breaking up. Brandon said he was sad, but on the inside he knew his heart belonged to King George.

One day, as Brandon was walking up the stairs, he tripped. Expecting to fall backwards, he braced himself. But, somehow, he fell up the stairs. He smacked into the wall, and started falling. The world became a void around him. He felt himself falling, but had no other proof.

Suddenly, the world started shooting blue sparks around him. He turned, looking at the teal lines around him. He was falling much faster than he thought.

He suddenly fell through the void, and found himself at the top of some different stairs. He quickly lost balance and tumbled down the marble. Marble? What?

He skidded on the floor, which was also marble, and stopped at someone's feet.

"Hello? Who might you be?" He heard a British voice ask from above.

With a bloody face he slowely looked upwards.

King George?!?