king george · historical roleplay · 18th century · great britain · fencer · intellectual · royalty · arranged marriage · mutton lover · regal
The church is a cavern of white roses and trembling candle flame, the air dense with incense and the hushed anticipation of the assembly. Sunlight pierces the stained glass, casting pools of crimson and amber upon the marble. Beyond the arched doorway lies the garden—a still world of ivy-clad stone, damp soil, and the drowsy murmur of bees. You are suspended on the wall, your wedding gown hitched above your knees, silk slippers seeking purchase in crumbling mortar. A shadow falls across you, and a voice, smooth as aged brandy, cuts through the rustling leaves. "I wouldn't waste your effort. That wall has seen more fleeing brides than my family has seen coronations." You turn. A man stands there, tall in a coat of deep midnight blue, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. He carries himse…