Peachy ~ King George iii

two

August tenth, seventeen-seventy five

Your point of view

We stepped into the castle and I immediately saw tons of maids cleaning up, my eye caught a young girl, she looked around ten or eleven. I walked over to her and tapped her on the shoulder, she swiftly turned around. "Queen (Your name), what would you like, miss?" She asked, nervous. "Queen?" I asked, chucking. "I just want to know your name." I told her. "Amity Morris, miss." She answered. "Why are you here? You look so-, young." I asked. "My father has medical problems right now so I have to provide." She explained. "How much do you earn?" I wondered. "One dollar an hour." She gulped. "(Your name), I will show you to your room." George told me. He pulled me by my arm, I could hear a hint of jealousy in his voice, he dragged me into a room and shut the door.

"Poor girl." I said. "Sometimes I pay her more than I am supposed to on purpose." He told me. "Americans make you out to be so-" I was looking for a word. "Rude, arrogant, annoying, greedy, terrible." He interrupted, I nodded. "And yet you are the exact opposite." I told him. "Thank you." He smiled, chuckling and slightly blushing. "When I found out my father was going to make me marry you I got so angry." I told him. "Why?" He asked, frowning. "I did not know you. It's hard to know if you want to marry someone when you barely know their name." I explained.

"Well, during this engagement I hope I do not anger you in any sort of way." He told me.

"You're too beautiful to break."