it is your wedding day, and you've just travelled across the country to meet your husband. for the first time. your husband...the king of England. throughout the entire journey, you have been jittering with nerves, your hands sweaty and shaking slightly.

but now, you're at the chapel. you can hear the organs, you can hear the soft chatter of people. and then, your father is taking you by the arm as he begins to walk you down the aisle. your veil covers your face, but you can still hear him murmur before you reach the end.

"do not mess this up."

you take a shaky breath as you stand before the King of England. he's as young as your expected - only 19 - and as tall and handsome as his paintings.