25th of December 1779
~George's pov~
The cold snow rested on frosted glass. My hand resting on the window and made my skin numb. I looked at out the village and watched the people sing and dance. The brightly lit town glowed and I stared down.
I could see families huddled up together, protecting each other from the cold. I sighed and watched them. I was alone in my room, it was dark and cold and only the warmth of my clothes kept me from freezing.
Christmas was usually the most happy time of the year but for me it was just a reminder of all the things I didn't have.
Sure, I had enough money to buy the world and sure I lived in complete luxury. But what is the worth of all that wealth, if your not even happy. The commoners down there had something I didn't. They had love, someone they could hold close to them.
But me I had no one.
I regret a lot of things I've done, and I wished I had treated Y/N better. But I should've seen how upset and uncomfortable she was. I should've helped her feel happy and wait.
But I didn't, I let love control me and I did everything to fast. If I had just waited maybe just, maybe she would have loved me.
Maybe I'd be downstairs with my family, smiling happily. But it's my fault.
I could've had pure joy. But I didn't. I forced Y/N into our marriage and made her have children she didn't want.
People call me a villain or a tyrant. And maybe I am. Power is a curse, not a blessing.
Maybe if I wasn't the King, Y/N would love me. Maybe then true happiness could come to me. But I can't leave my people, and I can't leave this roll. I had to be King for the greater good of England.
But did I? I have plenty of Siblings who have children. It would be as simple as abdicating the throne and passing it down to my brother.
But yet I couldn't. And I didn't know why.
Left alone in a puddle of thoughts, I wondered how I could get out of this mess. I held my light hair in my hands and clenched, holding my face.
Maybe it was time to move on......
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