Typeofwritergirl
I've never talked a lot, but that night, it all came out. I poured out my stress of a marriage to King George, a man I hadn't even met, to a total stranger. He was calm, charming. I won't forget that one dance, the way his soft hands held my own.
Thank you, stranger.
***Y/n is to marry in two months time. To celebrate this, her family holds a masquerade where she meets a charming stranger. He comforts her, even with her oblivious to the fact she's venting off to the man she is to marry;
King George the III of England
*Artwork on cover by Szin, minus the text