#queen charlotte x king george

[yangsharperavery]

not me sitting here sobbing thinking about how much charlotte loved george that she kept having his babies over the years but couldn’t be the loving and nurturing mother to them that she would have been if being the loving and nurturing wife to a husband she began to lose the moment they met hadn’t been her reality.

i am WRECKED at the thought.

[lady-charinette]

The lucid moments of Queen Charlotte & King George:

they sometimes hide from the heavens under the bed and George asks how their kingdom is doing. Charlotte quietly confesses how sometimes, the world seems to close in on her too & she feels like she might just hide from the heavens forever. George cradles her hand whispers lovingly:"You've always been the stronger one of us." Charlotte:"Only because you gave me half of your strength."

George sometimes escapes his confinement and bursts into meetings, but he's lucid. Charlotte is momentarily stunned, but relaxes when George speaks normally with the higher members of the ton. She smiles and watches her husband, the king, attend to his duties. In these little moments, she feels like the paintings didn't have to add George in later, she feels like he was there all along for the still sitting.

George still goes to the fields, he's old now, but he can pick at the weeds and plant some vegetables at least. Brimsely swore he would always attend to Her Majesty the Queen, but whenever her husband is outside, he temporarily serves the King, on orders of Her Majesty. Brimsely knows the Queen trusts him above all to protect her king in Reynold's place

George sometimes draws her, draws her face, his artistic skill curiously weakens when he's of sound mind, but Charlotte doesn't seem too offended when she spies her likeness on their wall. She smiles brighter than the sun

They reminiscent of their youth together, George remarks on the make of Charlotte's dresses, they look just like they had when they were younger. Charlotte is too prideful to admit she still orders these dresses to be made because it's the only thing of George she can have with her everyday to keep her grounde

Amelia's passing wounded everyone deeply, George had still been lucid enough to have learned of it, which ultimately crumbled the pieces of his sanity over time. His lucid moments grew fewer and farther in between and Charlotte felt like she had not only lost a daughter, but her husband as well

George has his observatory in his residence at Kew, and sometimes when he gazes at the stars and searches for a glimpse of Venus, his clarity returns with full force. In those moments, he quickly writes down whatever thoughts flood his clear mind, to not forget them, forget that deep down in his madness, there is still a man. Charlotte occasionally visits his observatory and she always checks his journals for new notes. Little things he intended to remember. The names of all their children and their birthdays. Thoughts of Charlotte and how much he misses her. Most of them speak of Venus, how much he loves and adores her. The Queen learned early on that Venus has quite a few names. The Great Star. Goddess of Love. Charlotte. Lottie. And sometimes, his Queen.

"Tell me, Lottie, how are the gardens?". She smiles, "In full bloom, my dear.". There was an uncharacteristically but not unfamiliar grin on the king's face. "And tell me... how is your garden?" Charlotte laughed, spying the mischievous twinkle in her husband's eye. "It definitely could use some tending. Some watering. Some fierce plowing." Brimsely knew better than anyone to immediately send the guards and attendants away once the Queen hitched up her skirts and moved over to sit on the King's lap.

"I'm sorry, my dear Lottie." George spoke softly into their quiet bedroom. Charlotte tried to discern his expression through the darkness. "Whatever for, George?". George sighed deeply, "For not giving you as much comfort and support as you do for me, once my mind wanders again.". Charlotte can only hold her husband close to her and kiss his forehead, whispering softly into his thinning hair. "You do give me comfort, my dear. So much."

George often has nightmares during the night, whenever he calls for his attendants, more often than not, it's his wife that hurries to his bedside. She always manages to quench his demons. He's heard the whispers in the halls, about how cruel and cold his queen was. But not to him. To him, she was soft and warm. Oh, so warm.

At the birth of their last child, George worries for Charlotte's health and urges her to not have anymore babies. She tries to argue with him, but George snaps:"We have enough heirs! I know what it is that you try to do, I know my...my madness may pass down to any one of our children, but if I were to lose you while you give birth to another child madness shall consume us all! What shall I do mad with fourteen children to care for instead of enjoying the moments I have left with you by my side?"

George sometimes reads manuscripts of the love stories between older kings and their queens, he sometimes forgets them and discovers them anew, but he always remembers what each of these stories lacked to him. None of these love stories could come close to describe the endless well of love he harbors for his wife, in madness and in sanity.

Charlotte finds reading poems to be a waste of her time, but she keeps the small, crumpled pieces of papers very close to her heart. The handwriting is not always neat, not always eligible, but she knew them all by heart anyway. Even though he may not be physically near her, Charlotte knew she was never alone in ruling their kingdom with George's heartfelt poems tucked safely into the sleeves of her dress.

They sometimes run into each-other in the kitchen at night, it's always a fright at first, Charlotte doesn't know if George is in his right mind, but he always quells her fears with a boyish smile. "Fancy meeting you here, my queen. Care for some of the best pudding in all of Britain?" Charlotte smiles, her eyes misty. "Oh, you old fool. You'll upset your stomach if you continue eating pudding every night.". George caressed her cheek. "That never stopped you before, has it?" Charlotte sighed. "Oh, just give me that spoon."

Sometimes, in his calm state of mind, George wonders if his body subconsciously enters into madness on purpose. Not to drive him mad, no, a much simpler reason. Sometimes, George wonders if he falls back into madness because he knows if he does, Charlotte would always come to visit and spend time with him. Somewhere in the deepest corners of his mind, George doesn't mind being called the Mad King if it meant spending time with his dear wife.

Charlotte is Queen during the day, but when she visits George at night, she turns young again, the ache in her bones recedes and she's just a simple maiden with her farmer. Just Charlotte. Just George. Just them.

[homesickturner]

Take My Hand || KING GEORGE

pairing : king George ||| x reader

summary : George helps calm you in your moment of need, just as you do for him.

warnings : reader experiences a panic attack.

AN : I wrote this on a personal experience so please no negative comments <3 it was so therapeutic to write so if you enjoyed please let me know and I would love to write similar things in future. Requests are open so please feel free to drop an ask <3

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You’d been completely avoiding your stress that had been building up in the days leading up to your and George’s coronation. Everything had been moving so fast you had not even had the time to process all that had been happening.

Between moving to a new country, leaving your family and having to adjust to the royal way of life, you had not even had a moment alone in the past 7 days.

You realized as your ladies in waiting were preparing you for breakfast on Coronation Day that you were quite nervous. You’d battled with panic attacks since your childhood and today was certainly not a good day to have one.

Never the less, you tried your best to chat with Brimsley as you ate breakfast to distract yourself.

“What did you say the color scheme was for today Brimsley,” you asked. You could feel your hands beginning to shake, the first sign of an attack.

“Gold and red, your majesty. It is to match the crowns.”

You intended on replying to Brimsley but had to put your cutlery down as you were beginning to feel quite ill. At that moment, George and Reynolds also joined you in the room.

“Your majesty are you quite alright,” Brimsley asked you.

“I’m quite well Brimsley thank you.” George answered him unaware.

You brought your hand to your chest, feeling as though there was no air going to your lungs. You were feeling an overwhelming pain in your chest.

“Y/N…my love what is wrong,” George asked frantically, kneeled down to your level where you were sat. Your vision was more blurred that usual and his voice sounded far away.

Your heart was beating a million miles an hour and you felt like you were about to faint at any moment.

Your head was pounding and you felt like you were spiraling out of control.

Your breath came in short wheezes as the nerves that had been building in you overtook your body.

“YN your alright we’re all here with you.” You heard George say. He’d taken your trembling hand and interlocked it with his. His other hand stroking your cheek soothingly.

You could hear whispering around you discussing a doctor. “N-no doctor.” You choked out. You could hear some shuffling around you, what you assumed was most of the guards leaving you, George, Brimsley and Reynolds in private.

Eventually your vision cleared slightly, although your attack had not yet run its course.

George tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Darling, I need you to take some deep breaths. Can you do that for me?.”

You began your best effort to take deep breaths along with George and eventually they became easier.

“George…I cannot do this. I cannot- I do not have it in me to rule a country.” You began to cry, your whole body still shaking.

“You can Y/N. You are so strong, we’re in this together. You and me.”

“Yes,” you let out a shaky breath.

A few minutes of deep breaths and George’s continued encouragement and you were starting to feel better.

“George, I am so sorry-.”

“Do not apologize Y/N. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“Does her majesty require assistance of any kind? A doctor or perhaps a glass a water.” Brimsley asked.

“A doctor will not be needed although a glass of water would be splendid thank you Brimsley.”

“My love, as you sure you are quite alright,” George asked.

“Yes George, I am feeling well.” You smiled.

The coronation was able to go ahead as planned and George was very supportive throughout the day.

That was the day that you knew you and George would have a very happy marriage together.

[softheartedlover]

to be looked at like this.

[wenellyb]

Bridgerton: Charlotte/George & Edwina/Anthony Parrallels

[valia-k-14]

Ok so after obviously binge watching Queen Charlotte, the couples are my new comfort ships and I desperately need more fanfics, like seriously only 33 works under the tag Queen Charlotte.

Please, I know it's only been 4 days but I am starving and I cannot yet write a fanfic, I need someone to write!!!

😅

[thesevenwondersofawitch]

Queen Charlotte, a Bridgerton story Playlists

Queen Charlotte x King George:

Queen Charlotte:

King George:

Lady Agatha Danbury:

Lady Danbury x Lord Ledger:

Violet Bridgerton(née Ledger):

Princess Augusta (George's mother):

Brimsley x Reynolds:

[abruisedmuse]

If his heart doesn't call your name, can you really call it love?

[dae-15]

Congratulations to the Queen Charlotte Tv series tag on ao3 for gaining it's first ABO fic at 47 works

[cygnetofthesea]

Please, if someone writes a fluffy fic of Charlotte and George, tag me, DM, send a crown signal, just send it my way because I need more happy moments with them. I don’t even care if it’s an AU, Modern AU, in the canon world, etc I’ll take anything that is them being happy 😭 😭 They deserve all the love, warmth, and happiness.

[starfish-locks]

Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton story lockscreens

Reblog / like is you save

[lady-charinette]

George being afraid of the heavens-

Could this be seen as a metaphor for death? George being afraid of the heavens finding him and closing in on him during his bouts of madness.

Because he's afraid they might take him to the afterlife?

But as soon as Charlotte is there, hiding from the heavens with him, he suddenly doesn't seem so afraid of them anymore.

Does that mean George is fine with the heavens taking him as long as Charlotte is right there with him?

Does that mean George is fine with dying as long as Charlotte is right there with him?

Two lovers hiding from the heavens, unafraid of death as long as they remain together to cross over to the afterlife.

[adancingdragon]

Manifesting that when Charlotte tells Brimsley not to hover in episode 6, it’s because she wants him to be with Reynolds while she’s with George.

[javajunkieao3]

Queen Charlotte Fic: You and Me

Summary: George returns to Charlotte one last time.

Charlotte took the stairs quickly up to Coe House, giving a cursory glance to the footmen and maids who lined the stairs.  Behind her, Brimsley followed closer than the custom five-paces.  Typically, she would scold him.  She didn’t enjoy being trailed, and he had been with her long enough to know that, but he also knew when she needed added strength.  Although she would never admit it, tonight was one of these nights.   

            They had received the call unexpectedly.  King George’s condition had taken a turn for the worse.  He had been declining for some time, but Charlotte had still been shaken by the call.  She had been expecting her husband’s death for years but somehow, faced with it, she was completely unprepared. 

            “You need not follow me any further,” Charlotte told Brimsley.

            “Are you sure, Your Majesty?”

            “Do I seem like I am not sure?”  She snapped.  Brimsley responded with a deferential nod of his head, but she could see the worry on his face.  Softening her voice, she said, “I will be fine, Brimsley.”

            “Of course, Your Majesty.”

            She turned on her heel and made the journey up to George’s bedroom.  Coe House was full of memories, but in recent, there was nothing but dread.  She rarely called unless George took ill, long ago accepting that he had succumbed to the heavens.  Her presence only upset him. 

            The physician stood outside of the room, seemingly waiting for her.  He stepped forward when she approached, his face holding the sort of impassivity that always irritated her.  She liked being able to read people’s expressions. 

            “How is he?” She asked.

            “He is asleep now.  But, he has been asking for you.”

            “He has?” Charlotte asked, her breath catching.  He hadn’t asked for her in years.  “I would like to see him now.”

            “He is resting.”

            Charlotte set him with a look, straightening herself to her full height.  “I said I would like to see my husband. Please move aside, or I will call someone to move you.”

            Chagrined, the physician stepped aside and Charlotte stepped inside George’s bedroom, closing the door behind her.  The room smelled of sickness and she longed to open the windows, but she knew they had been locked shut since they were first married. 

            They had shared many memories in this room and she was flooded with thoughts of days past as she walked over to the side of the bed, sitting next to George.  He was asleep, his eyes moving beneath his eyelids.  He must be dreaming, she thought.  But, what of?  Her, perhaps?  Or was he dreaming of Venus, the stars weaving a tapestry across his mind?

            “Oh George,” she sighed, smoothing his hair away from his face.  She did not love him any less than forty years earlier, when he had first touched her heart.  In many ways, it was a curse.  Life would have been easier if she could have forgotten him.  If she could have given up on him.  But she couldn’t, because there were moments that gave her hope, as slim as it was.  They were sparse in the later years, but every so often, her George returned.  He came back to her, and so even when the stars overtook him, and when he yelled and barricaded himself behind tables at her presence, she could not give up.  She would not. 

            He stirred in his sleep and she placed her hand on his chest.  “Shhh, go back to sleep.  Go back to sleep, my love.”

            “Charlotte?”

            His eyes fluttered open and she could tell immediately that these were one of those moments.  He was himself again, and while her heart sang, it also broke.  Would this be the last time he returned to her?

            “Charlotte, you’re here.”

            “Of course, I am here.  Where else would I be?”

            He took a hold of her hand and held it tightly against his chest.  She could feel the labored work of his breath beneath her hand. 

            “How long have I been gone?” He asked.

            She knew what he meant, but was surprised by the question nonetheless.  Before, whenever he would have an episode, when he came to he would ask her how long it lasted.  He hadn’t been lucid enough in years to ask.

            She chose her words carefully, and said, “It has been a while.”

            Tears filled his eyes.  “I’m sorry, Lottie.”

            “You have nothing to apologize for,” Charlotte said fiercely, holding his face in her hands.  “You are here now.  That is what matters.”

            “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

            “Well, I believe you became the king of a country that my brother wished to strike an alliance with.”

            George laughed, but the laugh quickly turned into a hacking cough.  There was a glass of water on his nightstand, and Charlotte quickly grabbed it and held it to his lips.  He took a sip and when his cough subsided, he leaned back into the pillows.

            “The best alliance Great Britain ever made,” he said.

            “I’d have to agree with that.”

            “Tell me about our family,” George asked. 

            “The children are doing well,” Charlotte told him.

            “And our grandchildren?”

            “We are up to five now,” she said.  The last they had spoken, they were only expecting their first.  “We had our first boy last year.  Named George, naturally.”

            “George the Fifth?”  He asked with a weak smile.  “How splendid.”

            “I thought you would enjoy that.”

            He went to speak, but was overcome by another racking cough.  Charlotte tried to give him the water again, but he swatted her hand away.  When he the cough settled, she said, “You shouldn’t talk any more.”

            He nodded, closing his eyes shut.  When they opened again, he stared at her, and for a moment she thought he was gone to the stars again.  But then he took her hand and tugged her toward the bed.  She laid beside him, lying on her side to face him.  When they were younger, they had spent many nights this way, talking well into the early morning hours.  Looking into his eyes, she could see him that way again.  His white hair dark again, the lines on his face softened.

            “I’ve missed you, George.”

            “I’m sorry that I have not been here.  You deserved a husband who could be.”

            “I made my choice and I would make it time and time again,”  She inched closer, pressing her forehead against his.  “It is you and me.  Always.”

            “You and me,” he echoed.

            The next morning, Charlotte left Coe Hall, Brimsley walking three-paces behind her.  Three days later, she received the news that King George passed away.  While many around her shed tears, for Charlotte, she felt relief.  George was finally free of his illness.  He was at peace.

            That evening, she went to the observatory and situated herself in front of one of George’s old telescopes.  She hadn’t used one for years, the stars really having been more of George’s interest than her own.  It felt right, though, and so she set up the telescope as George taught her, adjusting the scope just right.  She looked into the scope, the stars spread out before her.  She could read the usual constellations, and then something caught her eye.  It was a bright star, larger than those in the constellations, but smaller than a planet.  As she looked at it, the star almost seemed to brighten.  Charlotte’s chest tightened. 

            Ready to turn in for the night, Charlotte took one last look at the star and murmured, “Goodnight, my love.”

[myimaginarymary]

Which Bridgerton (+Queen Charlotte & King George) couple is the best couple (if the seasons/shows that are actually out)

[quotergirl19]

Should we expect the Queen Charlotte spin-off tie-in to Bridgerton season 3 is going to be that something about Colin & Penelope reminds the Queen of when she & King George fell in love?

Probably.