Summary: Song-fic based off of “This Is My Idea” from the movie The Swan Princess. For as long as you can remember, your parents forced you to spend time with your future husband, even though you couldn’t stand each other. Throughout the years you both mature, does your relationship?
Time Period: Pre-Hamiltime? (It takes place during King George’s life, but it doesn’t have to do with the American Revolution.)
A/N: Two stories in two days?? Wow, go me!! Anyway, this has been siting in my drafts for a while and I’m finally happy with it. This was super fun to write because I love King George and there aren’t enough reader insert stories about him. Like I said, the inspiration and many lyrics are from The Swan Princess movie. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy and have a fabulous day!!
From a young age, you had been betrothed to George. Before you were even born, your parents had come up with the arrangement that you and George would marry as a way to strengthen your countries.
Every summer, you would be pulled from your home and sail to England. The idea was for you and George to spend time together so you would love each other by the time you were to be married.
There were four of these summers that stood out in your mind when you thought about how you met George.
The first memory was the first time you had ever visited him. You had been told by your parents that you would sailing to England to meet a very important boy who was only a year older than you.
At first, the idea excited you. There would be another child to play, even if he was a boy. At the young age of 6, there weren’t many people to play with, seeing as you had no brothers or sisters and the thought of playing with a servant child was unimaginable.
After a long, boring journey, your parents guided you to the castle where you were to meet the King and Queen of England along with their son. The trio stood waiting for you, looking regal, and suddenly you got shy. Hiding behind your parents, you protested as they pushed you forward. George’s parents did the same.
“I’m very pleased to meet you, Princes (y/n).” he grumbled.
You went to curtesy just as you had been taught and automatically replied, “Pleased to meet you, Prince George.” However, when you looked up George had turned away from you in a rude manner.
His mother gave him a sharp look and pointed towards you. Begrudgingly, he dramatically stomped to you and looked at your suspiciously. You glared at him before he kissed your hand and instantly pulled away with a “Yuck!”
The first thought you had was not very kind of Prince George, and you could tell that you would never like him, much less love him enough to marry him. “He looks conceited, what a total bummer.”
Both of you turned to your parents and mumbled together, “If I get lucky I’ll get chicken pox.”
After receiving stern looks from both Kings and Queens, you rolled your eyes before turning back to George with the fakest smile you could muster.
“So happy you could come.” he bowed, mockingly.
“So happy to be here.” you curtsied, but put no respect in it.
At the same time, you both crossed your arms and complained. “This is not my idea of fun!”
The rest of the summer was spent fighting with George. Since your parents wanted you two to get along, they believed the best way to do this was for you to spend every day, with him. For some reason, they were oblivious to the feud you and George had.
That summer was one of the longest summers ever. When you finally got on the boat to head home, you were relieved you wouldn’t have to see that boy for almost another year.
The second summer that stood out in your mind was when you were eleven and George was twelve. That past year, you had discarded the dress laid out for you, instead opting to wear pants and a tunic shirt much to the dismay of your parents.
You tried you hardest to tell your parents they had to postpone the voyage, but they wouldn’t buy any of it. They escorted you on the boat and had a trunk thrown together, all in a matter of ten minutes.
Once you arrived in England, you were greeted by the usual; George, the King of England, and the Queen. However, this year, George’s annoying friend, Samuel Seabury, was with him. All summer, they never let you join in their games.
Anytime you tried to play whatever game they were playing, they would run off to their “secret’ treehouse. About halfway through your stay, you had enough. You chased them throughout the castle, trying to force them to play with you. “Wait up guys!” you cried after them, frustrated that they wouldn’t slow down.
Disappearing out of sight, you almost gave up hope, but luckily you managed to track them down. Now only a few yards behind them, you thought you could catch up. Unfortunately, they reached the treehouse, climbed the ladder, and took away the ladder before you could put a foot on it. On top of that, they hung a sign on the wall that read, ‘NO GIRLS ALLOWED!’
“This really isn’t fair.” you whined, crossing your arms with a pout on your face.
Instead of apologizing, they laughed and said in unison. “We really couldn’t care.”
“Boys it’s all or none!” you thought.
Taking a step to the supporting boards, you kicked one out of anger. Not expecting to cause any damage, you were surprised and horrified to see that kicking that one little board out of place sent the entire structure tumbling.
That summer you got to leave early, but you left with a bruised face and broken arm, and livid parents.
The third summer with George that stood out in your mind was when you were seventeen and he was eighteen. You had finally grown out of your “awkward phase,” and felt beautiful and confident. Your confidence soared even higher that summer when you caught George staring at you a bit too long when you first arrived.
However, if you were being completely honest, you were equally as guilty. Some might have said that you had developed a crush on the future King of England, but that was not true. Although he looked quite handsome, he was still that annoying boy who had never treated you kindly.
The day pigs flew would be the day you had a crush on George.
However, that was the first summer that was different then the rest. In your mind, it didn’t feel like a terrible time. First, you were able to convince George to do what you wanted more easily. Gone were the days where you were running to catch up with him and Samuel. Second, you began to talk to more people in the castle, including the castle gaurds. It was fun just being able to flirt with them, laughing at what they said, leaving your hand on their shoulder for too long, etc, even if it didn’t mean much.
“She’s always flirting with the castle gaurds!” George complained as he and Thomas watched you from afar. That particular day, you were feeling extra flirty. Your arm was lingering on the guard’s shoulder a bit to long and the way you batted your eyes could make any man weak in the knees.
“You’re just jealous because you like her. Fess up.” Samuel teased, elbowing George in the side.
George’s head whipped around as he glared at Samuel, daring him to say another word. Although he would never admit it, George had began to harbor a crush on you. You weren’t the whiny six year old you once were and you most certainty weren’t the boyish eleven year old he had once known, but you were still the annoying girl he didn’t want to marry.
“I’d like her better if she’d lose at cards.” George countered, still upset over the fact that you always won.
You even won when they boys were cheating. Samuel would stand behind you and glance over your shoulder, mouthing the card numbers to George. When the game came to an end, George laid down his cards quite smugly, prepared to gloat over his victory.
“Four sevens and a ten.”
“I think I won again.” you stated, laying down the cards you had collected on the table.
And even though Samuel had seen your numbers, you had seem to win. Again! The boys could never catch a break.
“This is my idea.” you began, returning George’s smug smile.
“This isn’t my idea.” they pouted.
“Of fun.” all three of you spoke at the same time.
The last summer that stood out in your mind was when you were 20 and George was 21.
For as far back as you could remember, your parents had constantly reminded you that you and George were to someday wed. Every June through September, they would force you to spend time with the boy who you didn’t even like.
You wanted to be in a marriage that was based on love, not politics, and you knew that was something that you could never achieve with George. Even though you tried to explain this to your parents, they acted like they couldn’t hear you.
There would be times that you would beg and plead with them, or even refuse to leave the carriage. If this ever happened, your parents would pick you and drag you to where George was. It felt like their were bruises from their fingerprints.
You could feel the pressure for you and George to marry greater then it ever had been. You knew you were almost passed the acceptable age of not being married, and your parents wanted you to be well off.
When they shoved you in the ball room, you crossed your arms and tried to reason with them. “He is so immature!”
The sound of another door closing on the opposite side of the room caught your attention. You turned and saw that George was standing there, and your knees were buckling slightly. He had grown so incredibly handsome and something about him seemed different.
You could understand why, but some switch inside you flipped and you could see all the great qualities George had in him. He was kind, caring, intelligent, witty, and charming. He was the man you had been dreaming of.
The way he stared at you, made you blush. Unknown to you, he was having similar thoughts of seeing you in a brand new light. While he may of thought you weren’t the prettiest when you were younger, looking at you know you were like an angel.
As if his eyes were finally clear, he saw your beauty, grace, poise, elegance, kindness, humbleness, intelligent, and humor. All of the wonderful characteristics drew him towards you, meeting you half way in the room.
“So happy to be here.” you curtsied, just like at the age of six, but now you meant in with all of your being.
“’Till now I never knew.” he whispered, bowing to you.
“It’s you I’ve been dreaming of.” you both spoke, inching closer and closer to each other until you were mere inches away.
He cupped your cheek in his hand and brought his lips on top of yours. Almost as if a spark had been lit, you felt fireworks booming in your chest as you wrapped your arms around George, pulling him closer to you.
When the two of you finally pulled apart, you couldn’t help the smiles that adorned your faces. You had finally found your soulmate, and he had been standing in front of you your entire life.
“And that is how your mommy and I feel in love.” George spoke lovingly to the bump that was your stomach, rubbing it softly.
You could feel soft kicks from the baby growing inside of you, and you smiled down at the sight of your husband connecting with your unborn child. “I think she liked the story.” you giggled, running a hand lovingly through his hair.
“She?” he questioned, looking up at you with a goofy grin on his face.
“Well I’m not sure, but I think it’s mother’s intuition.” you admitted.
“I love you so much, my little princess.” George whispered, pressing a small kiss to your belly. “And I love you so much, my queen.” he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to your lips.
A speech from Miranda. He told us, “Love is love is love is love.” That is such a powerful concept since love is hard to define. It is an abstract concept but it is an intimacy with another person, a connection. Many people believe that love is mainly intimate but what they mean by intimate is being in a relationship. Being intimate can be with friends, you can be close, love them. It sometimes sickens me when people only believe it is one way. There is so much to love but people get caught up in that.
I’ve had friends ask me, “Do you love me?”
Yes. I love them so much.
A a story, a memory, a poem, a person.
It represents so much in the world and we don’t even think about that. The shooting in Orlando was disturbing. Any shooting, any hate.
A non-hating relationship. You can not hate someone. Hate is a horrible word.
Why must we hate everyone else in this world? Why can we not trust each other? We need to accept one another. Even though I’ve only talked about the intimacy of love there is so much more.
A group such as the Hamilton cast, Leslie, Phillipa, Daveed, Johnathan, Christopher, Renee, Okieriete, Jasmine, ect. They’ve created this environment where kids/students/teachers/parents/ect feel safe. On tumblr we are so kind to each other. Honestly I look forward to going on this website and looking at funny things. But it doesn’t just apply to Hamilton, there are so many other groups of people out there trying to spread love.
A significant other. In other words..
The one who is reading this. I may not know you but I love you. To start cleaning the world of fear we need to show help to everyone else. A good deed a day to a stranger. Maybe help someone study for a test. Buy someone a drink at starbucks. Send a anon or non-anon question/comment to a tumblr and wait for them to answer.
But only a fraction of love that needs to become a whole.