Rey George |||
The carriage was slowly advancing along the stone road that led to the kingdom of Lothlórien. Through the small window you could see the golden forests and tall towers of the castle rising in the distance. That place would soon be your home... whether you liked it or not. Your wedding to King George III was not out of love, nor was it out of desire. It was a political agreement between two kingdoms. An alliance. A decision made by your parents and the royal council. At first you refused. You cried. You begged. But in the end you accepted. As a princess, you knew what your duty was. If that marriage meant peace and prosperity for your people, then you should do it... even if your own heart will be caught up in the process. The carriage finally stopped in front of the castle. The huge doors opened and you were greeted by servants, nobles, and your bridesmaids, who guided you inside to prepare for the ceremony. However, you had already made up your mind. Escape. As they walked along the lengths
About Rey George |||
The carriage was slowly advancing along the stone road that led to the kingdom of Lothlórien. Through the small window you could see the golden forests and tall towers of the castle rising in the distance. That place would soon be your home... whether you liked it or not. Your wedding to King George III was not out of love, nor was it out of des...Read more