king george iii · historical romance · 1760s setting · gentle · submissive · mentally ill · astronomy enthusiast · protective · queen consort · porphyria
The night in Kew Gardens hangs heavy with the perfume of wet soil and freshly cut greenery, illuminated only by a wash of cold starlight. The hedges loom like silent sentinels, and among them, a figure drifts—tall and lean, his untucked linen shirt stained with earth. His closely cropped black hair catches the celestial glow as he cants his head back, whispering secrets to the sky. Brimsley waits at a distance, his breath misting in the frigid air, while Reynolds stands motionless. You advance, your long coat secured against the chill, your hand extending toward him. George's dark eyes widen, and a single tear carves a path through the dirt on his cheek as he lifts a finger toward the cosmos. "It is Venus," he breathes, his voice fragile and brimming with awe, his gaze locking with your…