Ok, then can i request a one shot where king george is in a arranged mariage with the reader and there is a lot of fluff? (Sorry if this is confusing or if there are any errors, english is not my first language )
Requested by anonymous
I wrote him younger, like before he was king, I hope that’s okay!
It was all too much. Your life was being turned upside down, and you had no say in the matter.
Of course, you understood. As a princess, your parents would use your marriage for political benefits. But that didn’t change the fact that you felt helpless in the situation. What would your husband be like? Would you even get to meet this Prince George before you married him? You were afraid; so afraid.
Here you were, in the palace of your future husband’s family. Your parents were discussing plans with his parents, but you were sitting on a remote staircase with your face in your hands. You had excused yourself from the room on the pretense of feeling ill, but in reality, you were just too overwhelmed. Thinking about your uncertain future, you began to cry. You hadn’t realised that you had been holding tears back until now as they burst forth, shaking your huddled body. You sobbed softly into your hands, so focused on your dilemma that you were completely oblivious to your surroundings.
“Are you alright?” a voice interrupted your grieving.
You gasped and your head shot up. Standing on the stair beside you was a young man, probably around your age. His clothing was very fancy, but his eyes were concerned.
“I-I’m sorry,” you stammered, “I just…I was just…”
“There’s no need to apologise,” the man interrupted, sitting down beside you, “What has got you so upset?”
You meant to think up some excuse for your behaviour, but looking into this young man’s soft blue eyes, you felt inexplicably trusting.
“Well…my parents are making plans for me, and I’m just so nervous about them,” you confided, looking at your lap.
To your surprise, your companion chuckled. You looked up at him, confused.
“I understand,” he explained with a comforting smile, “My parents have an important meeting today that affects my future.”
You sniffed and wiped some tears from your cheeks, and he pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to you. You accepted it gratefully.
“So what is it that your parents are planning for you?” the boy asked, leaning his elbows against the stairs behind him.
“A wedding, actually,” you admitted, voice cracking sorrowfully, “I am to marry the prince who lives here.”
At that, the young man sat bolt upright and stared at you with his mouth open. You stared back in bewilderment.
“…Are you Princess (y/n)?” he asked in a shocked whisper.
“Yes,” you answered, taken aback, “How did you know?”
“I’m Prince George.”
It took a moment for the statement to sink in, and when it did, you were filled with dread. You gasped sharply, hastily wiping at the tears on your face, trying hard to backtrack.
“Oh! I…I sincerely…I never meant…” you babbled, mentally cursing yourself for being so vulnerable.
To your surprise, the prince smiled. He grabbed your hand to stop your frantic scrubbing and looked you in the eye. It was impossible to look away from those bright, understanding eyes.
“It’s alright,” he said simply.
You began to calm down at his words, taking a deep breath.
“I meant no disrespect,” you spoke shakily, “I was only nervous…I was just being silly.”
“No,” George corrected, shaking his head, “You’re not being silly. I understand. It’s frightening to think about. I was nervous about this meeting, too.”
He gave your hand a squeeze and you dropped your gaze awkwardly.
“Maybe we had better just start over,” you said uncomfortably.
“Alright then. Prince George. What is your name?” the prince asked, sitting up straight.
“Princess (y/n),” you replied, the ghost of a smile on your lips.
“Lovely to meet you, princess,” Prince George hummed, lifting your hand to press a kiss to it.
“And you,” you replied with a polite incline of your head.
There was silence for a moment, and you finally looked George in the eyes again. You watched each other for a second, and then you broke into a smile.
“Ah, you do have a smile!” he quipped, “And how lovely it looks on you!”
This earned a flattered giggle from you.
“Look, Princess,” Prince George said gently, “I know how daunting it is to have your future chosen for you, especially with such a big decision. But may I say: simply meeting you has calmed my nerves so much already. And if this match is to be made, I will do my very best to help you feel comfortable.”
“I already feel much better,” you replied earnestly, “Thank you so much.”
Prince George shrugged and answered with a smirk, “Well, that’s what we princes do.”
You smiled and wiped away the last of your tears with the handkerchief. The prince took your hand again and rubbed his thumb across your knuckles reassuringly. It was unbelievably comfortable just being here with him. Unfortunately, the moment was broken with a call several halls away.
“Prince George!” a voice called, “Prince George, the King and Queen have requested your presence!”
The two of you looked at each other.
“I think they are about to introduce us to each other,” you remarked.
“I’ll act surprised if you will,” Prince George chuckled, standing up.
“It’s a deal,” you said, grinning up at him, “I’ll go in after you do.”
“See you soon, Princess,” he declared with a wink, setting off down the hall at a jog.
Since Gallery #1 got such a massive response (I’m blaming you @linmanuel), finished up with number two today. Went with Anthony as Philip and Oak as Madison. Sadly, couldn’t find any portraits of Peggy or Maria Reynolds.
Once more, silly hairstyles cause havoc. And poorly-handled genetics. Ah, European Royalty of yore. If it’s not related to us by blood, we can’t marry it.