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( I'm not dead! I've recently moved & have had a whole life upheaval, but we're still very much around and I am honestly keen to revive this blog. So hello cyberspace! How are you all & would love to hear if you'd still be interested in writing with George. 🥰 )
‘ life is a book, and there are a thousand pages i have not yet read. ’ (from herstoriies!)
"Then long may you read," George applies a kind sentiment to the notion, considering at the very musing what books he himself has not yet lay eyes upon. Being so fruitfully indulged, even The King is prohibited from such works of King Lear, which he does not often contemplate for too long before somebody blazes in, an inferno of justice or seeking his qualm for their personal query.
"If you were to title it, what should it read?" King George inquires, mirroring the ideology of her musing, entertaining it, perhaps. "I dread to linger upon what they title mine." The mad King does send sinking fear into his heart, for it has been used in whispers around the Ton.
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( I rediscovered this treasure in my memories today, and couldn't help but think about how badly George relates. Please enjoy the visual image, and I'm so sorry Charlotte. )
( Hello Tumblr! I did not forget about you! Life has a funny way of sweeping you away from things you enjoy but, George is still very much around, I plan on returning imminently following the release of the third season of Bridgerton. If you would like to continue threads please do let me know, otherwise I will be starting new threads and sending reciprocal ask memes! Take care of yourselves. )
I want a love that's a shelter. When my father cries - in his tiredness of being tough - my mother sits with him in silence. She holds his calloused palms in her soft hands, as his face reddens with grief. My mother too is hurt. And, father knows it. So, despite his cold, he becomes all the light in the world. In the kitchen, my father stands still, his eyes glued to my mother. She peels a pomegranate, and feeds it to him. Each seed, a discovery of her world. My mother, with two cups of tea, gazes as my father weaves our porch with honeysuckles. Tender earth in his hands, he passes on the tenderness to her. 'What does it take to grow such beautiful honeysuckles?' mother asks. Staring into her eyes, he ponders for a while, not because he didn't know the answer, but because what made the honeysuckles so beautiful was exactly what he was looking at. 'I don't know,' he said, 'I just pour them what you pour me with.'
'What?'
'Love!'
Suvrahadip Ghosh, A love like shelter
Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.
(anons welcome)
Wrest Park Gardens, Silsoe, Bedfordshire, England.
( I found this on Instagram.. I couldn't not share, couple goals?? 21st century George verse coming when? )
@justgxorge " SLAP OR KISS " {{&&charlotte&george}}
charlotte was so annoyed with her husband. he had a way of getting under her skin, making her feel off balance. she had many things to ask him, and he had just flashed his devilsh grin and she melted, kissing him on the lips. ❝you do not play fair, your grace❞ she smirked inbetween the kisses
George lost and found himself within every one of her kisses. However, this particular kiss, being brought by pure annoyance, encouraged George to lengthen it. To, assure her his irritation would never dim. He will always be here to annoy her, and temper her, at the last second - in the heat of the moment, strike with bliss to relieve the built tension. “Hm.” George hums, contentedly. A steady hand comes to rest by her cheek, to hold her there, whilst he speaks. “I do not believe you wish for me to be fair, my love. Not with such ubiquitous competition...” The King lowers his voice to linger, relax in the air surrounding them, breathing in her very being, inches from kissing her again.
It simply isn’t a woman’s nature to be silent for prolonged periods of time. (herstoriies - your choice which verse!)
“As much as it is a man’s nature to remain the opposite.” George presumptuously quips, quirking a brow. Although he seems playful, there’s a tinge of truth to the sour implication of the stereotype. He longs for the day he no longer has to fight for the freedom of both parties. George has always much to say, however unheard, if not for a rehearsed; prepared script he is given to present to the public.
“What, then, do you propose we aim for? The weather?” Small talk is not a fondness of the King’s. Keen to enamor and not bore, and much like an excited child, The King alludes to any other possible answer. “Perhaps we could walk through my garden, soon. Before snow falls, we are preparing the soil.” George has not engaged in casual conversation, outside of his Royal duty for two months. Is it obvious?
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However in the world this country bumpkin from Shropshire found herself to be a Kimbleton family heiress and debutante of High Court to find herself in the presence of King George himself... was speechlessly beyond her wildest dreams. Even more surprising, this quiet sort of secret friendship. She couldn't dare boast it, protective to avoid any risk of envy or opportunists attempting to thwart or leverage it for gain. Ironically, it was more sincere than countless others she’s come to know, too.
“Splendid, your majesty. Talking about the weather is any conversation’s life raft!”
Rest assured it was not obvious. At the mention of the garden promenade, Priscilla's eyes sparkled, “Why, yes, that would be lovely! It's not too cold as of yet." for them or for the plants? she eagerly replied, "I do love gardens. My mother took such pride in hers - of course, nowhere near as extraordinary as the Royal gardens — and then in town with the flowers we’d—” Priscilla stopped abruptly mid-sentence, catching herself she’d sound like a peasant speaking of the reward of her making flower arrangements and in town selling bouquets and garlands. “Pardon me. Yes, before the straw is laid?”
Haverdashery, that was hardly any less peasant talk.
“Your mother boasted her own garden?” The King is avidly pleased to hear that his green-fingered habits have inspired confidence in perhaps a wider region of England. She boasts, then cuts herself short, and this puzzles George, but he does not question whatever she could have possibly reigned herself in from revealing. The King’s hard labor in the garden was met for and viewed as a spectacle, for him to lay his modesty to work amongst the other half of society, working for him - with him.
George is proud of this inclusive strategy being widely accepted, now, instead of ignored as some quirk he endures from his anxiety. The walk would best ease his growing discomfort; which is not for any company’s responsibility, but his own anticipation that winter frost growls closer to his soil and consumes the life he’s toiled into it.
“What else, pray tell did she grow? Among the flowers. Surely she must have brought some home-grown crop to the table.” George cannot see why else, and certainly cannot see the crops sold. That is not the value of them, and he has not had to rely on income from plantation.
George begins walking, pride rising in his stride as he becomes elated to share his work hobby with somebody he can call a close friend - if not, then intimately acquainted. Especially proven: to be invited beyond the gates that shield the farm from the public. “While the sun still shines. It is dark sooner, now.” George unlocks the gate, shoving the heavy lock with the heel of his hand to budge it. Reynolds was sent on break, by instruction of George, who wished for some time alone. Several James' line the crop fields, awaiting The King's presence.
queen charlotte:a bridgerton story meme:
1 otp: queen charlotte& king george
It simply isn’t a woman’s nature to be silent for prolonged periods of time. (herstoriies - your choice which verse!)
“As much as it is a man’s nature to remain the opposite.” George presumptuously quips, quirking a brow. Although he seems playful, there’s a tinge of truth to the sour implication of the stereotype. He longs for the day he no longer has to fight for the freedom of both parties. George has always much to say, however unheard, if not for a rehearsed; prepared script he is given to present to the public.
“What, then, do you propose we aim for? The weather?” Small talk is not a fondness of the King’s. Keen to enamor and not bore, and much like an excited child, The King alludes to any other possible answer. “Perhaps we could walk through my garden, soon. Before snow falls, we are preparing the soil.” George has not engaged in casual conversation, outside of his Royal duty for two months. Is it obvious?
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“Masquerades are frivolous, scandalous—“ Though the King does not refute the possibility of attending one.
"Do you know something about scandalous masquerades?" Mari raised an eyebrow at him. She didn't expect him to give away all his secrets. She had a few of her own to keep. "The masks, the fancy gowns. Anyone could be your dance partner for the night. It's quite a thrill."
King George had never been involved in a masquerade, but many tales have traveled the halls of Buckingham Palace. Mostly, knowledge he has gained has been from the prospector of The King, duty-bound footman Reynolds.
His upbringing was quite similar to George’s, although kept from any chance of the entire country being bound to the weight of the linen hanging over The future King’s shoulders. However, today is different; and George is being truthful; opening up to Mari. Fingertips idly ponder over the edge of his chair, and he raises his brows towards her.
“No, but I would quite like to attend one.” Yet unmarried, the Crown might fall from his head if he bowed to a substandard of Queen-searching amongst scandalous, often treacherous members of the public for a night of private indulgence. “A friend told me that they are mostly held underground, in taverns that are built to be kept from the public. However, I have witnessed one being held in an established Grand Hall.”
Reynolds confused the King slightly, with telling of the spaces where he spends his queer-nights in confidence. “Perhaps we should embellish ourselves with masks and find out for ourselves.”
Is that an order, or a suggestion?
You don't have to kiss a lot of frogs to recognize a prince when you find one.
George tilts his head. A flicker of amusement glazes over his polite gaze, and he wonders aloud. “Have you been kissing many frogs, lately?”
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QUEEN CHARLOTTE: A BRIDGERTON STORY 1.02 – Honeymoon Bliss
QUEEN CHARLOTTE and KING GEORGE QUEEN CHARLOTTE: A BRIDGERTON STORY (2023)
ROYAL ROMANCE AND SPICE PART TWO. all these quotes and sentences are taken from different sources as well some made by myself. change pronouns and places and names as you see fit. some of these are heavy with tension or sexual intention, though nothing too graphic, but you are warned some of these are full of spice and forbidden romance
this is part two. part one can be found here. if you have more suggestions, send them to me and i will add them to this post.
actions and scenarios. add +reverse for the opposite scenario.
(play pretend): our muses have to pretend to be married or betrothed to be allowed in the same room together.
(one bed): while on the run, our muses must share a bed.
(courtly love): one muse is a knight at the service of the other muse, and they have courtly love behavior.
(it can never be): one muse is married while the other is a knight not allowed to be married. Theirs is an impossible romance.
(coronation): receiver is crowned king/queen, sender is watching closely.
(succession): the unlikely heir, receiver is crowned heir to the realm while sender, their fiance/lover watches.
(where our hands touch): our muses hands touch accidentally causing them to pause mid conversation.
(do not strike): sender is about to slap receiver for an offense but receiver catches sender’s hand, bringing them close.
(am i not enough): receiver finds out sender has a mistress/lover.
(i am not taken): sender questions receiver’s relationship with someone, receiver informs them said someone is their relative, to sender’s delight.
(yo-ho a pirate’s life): sender is a pirate and receiver finds themselves on their ship.
(bridal style): receiver is injured and so, sender picks them up to avoid further injury.
(your coat is warmer): sender is cold or underdressed and receiver places their coat on their shoulders.
(sworn enemies as lovers): despite being sworn enemies, our muses pretend to be lovers/or marry to join forces against a bigger enemy.
(the faints): sender faints/trips and receiver is there to catch them.
(in the rain): our muses are caught in the midst of rain and seek refuge while it passes. They are alone.
(bath): receiver is taking a bath and the sender appears in the room, taking in the suggestive view.
(masquerade): at a ball, people are encouraged to dance. Sender and receiver do not know one another and dance under the guise of strangers.
(masquerade for us): sender and receiver know each other and play pretend during the night with their masks on.
(like a shoe): sender helps the receiver with their shoes, their hand lingers on the receiver's ankle.
(through the mirror): sender asks receive to help them out of their dress, receiver takes their time with each lace.
(how it begins): our muses are encouraged to talk alone, hoping to find common ground for a marriage.
(bedding): sender and receiver were wed and now it’s their wedding night.
(the gods are our witness): receiver and sender fooling around, the desire grows with each day.
(their knight): receiver is a knight/prince who gives their cloak to a lady/princess to help her cover herself.
(victory tastes good): reunited, our muses have their first kiss after a war/battle.
(learn from me): sender is teaching receiver how to use a weapon and stands too close.
(marriage of inconvenience): sender and receiver are forced into a marriage that neither likes. Despite this, a spark is lit.
(in love and war): our muses are enemies, somehow, through forced proximity, they find comfort in each other.
(a kiss like medicine): sender is grieving and receiver is comforting them, in the midst of it all, sender kisses receiver.
(shut me up): during an argument, the sender forcefully kisses the receiver to shut them up.
(in your arms): continuation of the one bed trope, our muses wake up in the same bed, having drifted close and cuddle.
(it’s fate): sender and receiver are fated to be together and they meet, they can feel it in their souls.
(what is honor in the hands of love): despite not being wed, our muses sleep together in a night of thirst and love.
(mutual pining): sender and receiver are in love, tension keeps on growing but both are afraid of ruining what they already have.
(defend): sender hits someone to defend receiver’s honor.
(runaway wedding): our muses marry in secret.
Sentences and quotes. Change names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.
What I want... the only thing I want has always been you.
She looks weak and delicate but you don't know how brave she is. She's the bravest woman in all the three realms.
After I met you, my life has purpose. I don't know what my life would be like without you.
I can deal with him trampling me underneath his feet .. but I can't bare to see him hurt you even a little bit.
You don't need scores of suitors. You need only one... if he's the right one.
Which is why we're too young to realize certain things are impossible.
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
But she doesn't like him. I thought she didn't like him.
. I want to give you more pleasure than you can bear.”I know the truth now. You've figured out I'm falling in love with you and you're trying to make me stop by hurting me this way. Well it won't work.
You’re far too prickly tempered to be a mistress. You’re far better suited as a wife.
I want to fill every part of you, breathe the air from your lungs and leave my handprints on your soul.
When my mother-in-law visits, the mice throw themselves at the cat, begging to be eaten.
Every word you have ever uttered, is engraved upon my heart.”
. . . if you can't see the good man he is, you need to unscrew them eyeballs of yours and try on a different pair.
The man irritated her just like a rash.
I’ve no memory of how it feels to be devoid of the craving. But you must know what you do.
If I choose to make a darling of you, there is nothing you can do about it.
"She was going away, but I detained her.
if i loved you any less i might be able to talk about it more
I'm asking you to tell Lady Cassandra about my good qualities as well as the bad ones.
Don’t mistake softness for weakness. Only a strong man can be soft with a woman.
I will make her mine.
It simply isn’t a woman’s nature to be silent for prolonged periods of time.
I was never infamous. In fact, I'm fairly standard as far as rakes go.
What do ladies wear beneath their riding trousers?
Count this as a mere taste, sweetheart, of all the pleasure I can give you.
Shall we duel with our lips?
Are you saying that I normally look as if I'm tending sheep? With straw in my hair? As if I might yodel?
Your Grace, Are you trying to get me into your bed?
You don't have to kiss a lot of frogs to recognize a prince when you find one.
Thought you didn't like red hair.
The gown makes my mouth water, love.
Husband-hunting. Always a rousing sport. I suppose you go there dressed to kill.
It's just that I don't think friends tie friends to the bedpost.
I've never met a woman or a lock that didn't love me.
We are here to discuss your foolhardy behavior.
Masquerades are frivolous, scandalous—
Tonight, with these masks, ladies are allowed the freedom men have without during the entire year.
My body craves your touch. Every time I look at those lips, I want to kiss you senseless.
You’ve driven me to the brink of madness without laying a finger on me.
The young Miss Stratton was a taste of heaven, there was no doubt… and he was going to savor every mouthful.
You claim I have your heart. And what if you have mine?
Courtly love is a dangerous game, and those who play for lust rather than love are often richly rewarded in scorn.
He won my hand from my father and my heart.
Some gentlemen are not afraid of an assertive lady.
I seem to remember you calling me a bastard for watching you bathe.
It's nearly winter, and the nights are long, mo duinne.
I mean to make you sigh as though your heart would break, and scream with the wanting, and I shall know that I've served ye well.
Don’t be afraid. There’s the two of us now.
You are the pineapple of Great Britain.
I like my pleasure guaranteed.
I was warned against the thrall of a maiden’s magic.
I cannot concentrate with you hovering, breathing, and telling me to concentrate.
You should not be here in my chambers. . .
It is you I cannot sacrifice. I burn… for you.
To Meet A Beautiful Woman Is One Thing, But To Meet Your Best Friend In The Most Beautiful Of Women Is Something Entirely Apart.
Yes, I Know. You Are Not The Marrying Type. Yet Have You Considered You Are Not The Type Women Wish To Marry?
I have been longing to do it again.
I am a lady in distress. You refuse to help a lady in distress?
I refuse when that lady in distress is trying to go over a wall so she does not have to marry me.
You have half a husband, Charlotte. Half a life. I cannot give you the future you deserve. Not a full me.
If what we have is half, then we shall make it the very best half. I love you. It is enough.
The next time we meet, it will be in our wedding day.
Marrying for love is like adding extra to your meal.
I do not want you to be married. I would grow to hate your wife.
Mark my words, Lila. You'll be mine in all ways you can imagine.
Would you cast aside your marriage for me? I would offer you the one thing marriage has never given you; pleasure.
