King George was set to be married this day; he did not really care to share his life, but it was his duty. The King was currently in his dressing room, being prodded at and spoke to, to be frank, he was getting somewhat overwhelmed. When he had a moment of peace, he whisked away from his dressing room and went for a quick stroll in the gardens. While he was walking through the garden, he heard someone else there too, he made his way through the maze of flowers till he stopped a figure making a poor attempt to climb a flower trellis.

He watched this figure for a moment before cleaning this throat "Are you in need of some kind?"

The figure didn't turn her head "No, you are free to go inside and wait with the other gawkers, and the king."

"What are you trying to do, anyways" he said taking a step closer to her, he recognized her as she turned to face him, purely from what people said about her, and she was even more beautiful than that.