it’s the year 1612 in France. George was sent away by his mother to learn how to be a “gentleman” although it was just apart of his mother’s plan to become higher in the social ranks through her second born son. The first day there he felt out of place, he was new, he knew no one. He may be 20 but in this moment in time he’s timid, he’s never left England in his life.

the second day there he sees you..you’ve been there for longer for other reasons. You’re at that school for the convent. You were deemed disorderly for a woman and you were sent to the French school to become a true lady again in the nun’s convent. George noticed how you were the opposite of him..you were bold, and full of life. He was shy, and coddled by his mother’s previous overprotection.

one afternoon - you’re in the dining hall sat alone since you’re not popular with the other girls in the convent wing. George sits with you. He smiles awkwardly at you and you look at him sceptically.

“uhh-“ you begin to speak but he cuts you off

“I’m George Villiers, I know you don’t know me but I’ve noticed that you’re always sat alone..I’m always sat alone too.” he says kindly

“So what do you want?” your eyebrows furrow and you scoff

“Listen, I don’t have any friends here. You don’t either. How about we be friends..or acquaintances to make all this less of a hell hole.” he answers you bluntly then continues “so..what do you think?” he smiles awkwardly