August thirteenth,
Your point of view
"Do think you are ready to get married?" George asked me. I thought about it for a second, then shook my head. "No." I replied. "No, definitely not." I chuckled. "Why?" He asked, softly. "Look at me, I am an- immature, annoying 18-year-old girl." I explained. His gloved hand made gentle contact with my cheek. "As your soon-to-be husband, i can assure you are not annoying or immature." He told me in a low voice.
His blue eyes were so entrancing, those damn eyes. The same ones I fell for the first minute of my time in England, and the same ones I'm going to marry at the end of this month. Twenty-seven days- to be exact.
We snapped out of the trance we were both in with a few soft knocks on the door. "C-come in." George replied, startled to the non-words. "Dinner is ready, sir." The young lady told him. "Yes, Emily. We will be down in a few minutes." He told her. He gave me a peck on the lips, "Meet me at the dinner table." He smirked. I nodded and took a slight jog to the make-up table.
I picked up the brush and fixed my (hair colour) hair. I stood up and placed the brush on the small table, I walked downstairs, to the dinner table.
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Peachy ~ King George iii
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