𝑈𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 ~ 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝐼𝐼𝐼

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑒𝑛

The sun shone upon Anastasia and George in the bedchamber together. Through the course of the night, they sneaked, talked, and ate the souffle together from three dishes. They both slept in full stomachs together, no more separate chambers anymore. She stirred awake while her head rested on his shoulder as he was sound asleep on a pillow. Her eyes shifted on him as she smiled softly.

Slowly and quietly, her body was out of the bed while she tied the dressing gown on her. Her toes tiptoed to the small paper from the dresser and a quill pen while she wrote down the message. I will be outside upon the lake, and I hope you will come. She turned her eyes as set down the note on the pillow beside him before softly pressing her lips on his cheek.

Anastasia turned her back to the doors as she quietly exited the room, barefoot. Walking down the corridor with a smile on her face as she entered her bedchamber. Dressed in her light blue dress with pink wrapping around her head. She alerted Brimsley for another pique-nique.

Walking in the fresh air under the warm sun, she laid the blanket on the grass as she faced the lake. Her hands sorted her breakfast from the basket, and eating the meal on her own. From the living waters and the meadows, her eyes relaxed while her smile embraced the solitude with Brimsley behind her.

The arms were suddenly around her waist. She jumped a little until she felt a kiss on her neck. A loud giggle echoed from her mouth as she knew whose arms were around her. "George!! You scared me!!"

He laughed softly, "I apologize."

"No, you do not!"

Anastasia turned her face to George who was smiling happily. Her lips pressed against his, then she pulled back. His hand caressed softly on her cheek as he returned the kiss to her again. She shifted her eye to Brimsley which disappeared as he walked out the field. It was just two of them alone on a blanket she loved that it was them on a beautiful day.

They both ate breakfast under the sun, embracing the moment together. Their communication was silent along with laughter while the birds chirped as the wind blew softly. Feeding the strawberries to each other before they kissed heartily... and passionately.

In the time that had passed between them to the early evening. They both stood up while he picked up the blanket and basket while he held her hand. Their feet walked toward the house as she rested her head on his shoulder, then he wrapped his arm around her waist.

George kissed Anastasia on the head as they both walked.

***

The first ball of the season in the early winter, the red and gold carriage rode over to Danbury's house. Queen Anastasia looked out in the window while King George was on her side. Breathing firmly while she was dressed in a beautiful gown that was made from a French modiste. A palest lavender tulle ball gown that reached to the floor while the fabric sparkled with crystals and... laced flowers. Her golden red hair was formed into an updo with diamonds and fresh purple flowers from the field. The queen surely soared her wings in liberation as a purple wildflower.

Her right hand was held in comfort when she saw her husband smiling softly at her. He was dressed in a silvery white suit with a silk ascot. His smile beamed when the carriage stopped, "Are you ready, Your Majesty?"

She smiled happily, "I am, Your Majesty."

They both kissed softly before the footman opened the door. He jumped out of the carriage and opened his hand for his wife. She accepted the hand, letting the fabric flow upon each step as wings were made to soar. Her ears, her wrist, and her neck sparkled in lavender diamonds like the stars.