#king goerge iii

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〔𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘐𝘐𝘐〕

Started: February 18th, 2024 Updated: February 18th, 2024

All my writings for King George III - Bridgerton

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We must protect Edward of Middleham at any cost. He is so cute!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖

It seems that Edward of Middleham is not the biological son of Richard III and Anne Neville but the son of Prince Edward of Lancaster and Anne Neville.

Later in episode 19, it is revealed by Richard III to Buckingham that Edward is not his biological son. He added saying that Edward is the grandson of King Henry VI and the son of the Lancastrian prince, Edward.

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Mental Health and Occupational Barriers in Bridgerton Season 3: Reflections on King George III’s Mental Illness

Mental illness has always been a topic that many find difficult to understand, especially in historical contexts where treatments were often cruel and ineffective. Bridgerton Season 3 takes a bold step in portraying this through the tragic story of King George III. While the show is famous for its romance and greatness, it also sheds light on the dark reality of how people with mental health conditions were treated in the past, which was very sad to watch. As an Occupational Therapy student, I couldn’t help but reflect on how far we’ve come in mental health care, and how important it is to continue advocating for sympathetic and person-centered treatment. King George’s story offers a powerful reminder of why we, as future OTs, must always strive to support mental health with dignity and care.

In Bridgerton, King George III suffers from severe mental health issues. He has moments of confusion, paranoia, auditory hallucination, delusions and emotional breakdowns. In our OT context, we might say he has symptoms of bipolar disorder or schizophrenia. His mental illness affects his ability to perform his role as king and impacts his relationship with his wife, Queen Charlotte.

One of the most shocking and saddest parts of the series is how his doctor tries to “heal” him. Instead of using supportive care, the doctor chains him up and beats him, thinking that this will cure his mental illness. This reflects the harmful practices of the time, where people believed that harsh treatments could fix what they didn’t understand about mental health.

As an OT student, I noticed how these harmful treatments not only worsened George’s mental health but also deprived him of his daily roles and activities. He was not able to live his life as a king, a husband, father, a farmer (Farmer Goerge like he would tell his wife) or even as an independent person. Being chained and beaten took away his freedom to engage in meaningful activities, something we, as OTs, know is critical for mental well-being.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMh6C1pDf/  ( please watch the video)

This part of George’s story really highlighted how important it is to treat people with mental illness in ways that support them, rather than control them. In OT, we aim to help people regain independence and participate in the things that matter to them. Watching George suffer in this way reinforced why person-centered care and compassion are essential to mental health treatment.

Today, OT approaches mental health in a completely different way from how King George was treated. Instead of using punishment, we focus on creating safe environments, teaching coping skills, and encouraging participation in meaningful activities. For someone like George, therapy would involve helping him find routines that support his role as king, while also managing his mental health.

We also recognize the importance of family support in therapy. Queen Charlotte’s love for George could have been used in a positive way to support his recovery, helping him feel connected and valued. In my current placement, I’ve seen how including family in therapy can make a big difference for clients who are struggling.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMh6CA18F/   ( please watch the short videos of King George and his wife.)

My personal Growth

Watching King George’s story made me reflect on my role as an OT student working with people who face similar challenges. His experience shows how harmful it can be when mental illness is misunderstood and treated with fear rather than care. As an OT, I want to make sure that the people I work with are treated with respect, dignity, and kindness.

Seeing how George was chained and mistreated reminded me of how important it is for us to advocate for better mental health care. It’s our job to help people engage in activities that are meaningful to them, support their mental health, and empower them to live their best lives.

My professional Growth

Learning about the outdated treatments used on George also helped me understand the roots of stigma surrounding mental illness. It showed me how far we’ve come in mental health care and the continued need to break down barriers and misconceptions. As an OT, this motivates me to actively fight against stigma, advocate for mental health awareness, and educate others about the importance of mental health support.

Seeing how George was treated with such inhumane methods deepened my understanding of the importance of empathy in healthcare. This series reminded me that every client, regardless of their mental health challenges, deserves respect and compassion. It reinforced my belief that as an OT, I should always approach my clients with kindness and an open mind, ensuring that they feel valued and heard.

Conclusion

Bridgerton Season 3 offers more than just drama and romance, it opens the door to important discussions about mental health, treatment, and human dignity. King George’s heartbreaking story has not only highlighted the horrors of outdated mental health care but also inspired me, as an Occupational Therapy student, to be a stronger advocate for compassionate, client-centered treatment. Watching this series reminded me of the power we have as future OTs to rewrite the narrative for those living with mental health challenges, helping them engage in meaningful activities and live their lives with dignity. As I continue my journey in OT, I carry these lessons forward, knowing that with the right support, every individual has the potential to thrive. And I also hope my work at my current placement advocate for my growth toward mental health.

References

Bridgerton. (2023). (Television series). Netflix. https://www.netflix.com

American Occupational Therapy Association. (2020). Occupational therapy practice framework: Domain and process (4th ed.). American Occupational Therapy Association

S.M. Phehlukwayo. (2024). Transcultural Psychiatry in Occupational Therapy Practice (UKZN)

D. Nice. (2023,11,01) Bridgerton. TikTok. https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMh6CA18F/

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Yandere King George

Hamilton references. Hamilton references everywhere.

Domineering, clingy and obsessive yandere. He would fall in love quickly.

And it doesn't matter if you fall in love or not.

This mf is the king of the British Empire.

He can practically do almost anything.

But if you rejected him, the servants would have to sing with him again.

Third time this week.

And it's only Tuesday.

An abduction that is not an abduction happens quickly.

George just one day announced that you are getting married and that you have 10 minutes to pack your things.

Awesome courtship *sarcasm*.

In "marriage" it would go so that he first and you then.

Would complain a lot about the situation in America.

With a song, of course.

He would definitely have a big picture of you on the wall too.

You don't know when he had time to paint it.

Escape would be difficult.

Because this mf still rules all of Britain.

Every citizen knows what you look like.

They also know that they will probably get the death penalty if they don't help catch you.

The death penalty is not a nice thing.

At least George gets to sing You'll be back.

And trust him YOU'LL BE BACK.

[sir-dalyk-of-skaro]

[oogeeky-girlyoo]

Big Brother

Requested by Anonymous

Can you do a King George X reader where the reader is George Washington's little sister and when he finds out he acts salty? Thank you! Also sorry if it's complicated.

“I can’t promise I’ll be able to go back to England with you,” you sigh, leaning back into the arms of your boyfriend, King George.

“Why not, my love?” He places his chin on your shoulder, pressing kisses against your neck and cheek. The king has always treated you like royalty, plus he knows how hooked you are on him.

“My brother is the one orchestrating armies against you, G. He leads the charge for independence, you know that.”

“What can he do against me? I’ve got thousands of soldiers at my command,” George argues, furthering his persistent attack on your pulse. His lips press firm, leaving marks all over.

Elsewhere...

“What do you mean? This could be considered treason if you’re lying to me!” Washington hisses, scaring the man in front of him.

“I swear to you, sir, here,” the soldier hands the general a newspaper print.

Washington snatches it, scanning quickly over the page.

“Grab Y/n this instant.”

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The curtains of your tent are tossed open, revealing you and the king. A pair of soldiers step inside, tearing you away from your boyfriend’s arms.

“What is the meaning of this!” You shout, struggling against the strong men.

A third and fourth person enters the tent, one pinning down George and the other glaring at you with such disappointment.

Your brother’s gaze is practically deadly. He folds his arms over his chest, the dejected look in his eyes not leaving.

“You’ve been having relations with the enemy!” Washington’s voice is forceful and you can tell how close to breaking he is.

“I don’t choose who I fall in love with, brother,” you hiss, attempting to elbow one of the soldiers in the side but missing.

“Take the royal pain in an ass outside,” your brother’s attention turns directly to George, “If I see you near her or one of my camps again I’ll have you shot on the spot.”

The king laughs, “That’ll cause an unspeakable amount of backlash, general.”

Washington grits his teeth.

“I don’t care. Take him out, now.”

You share one last glance at your boyfriend who’s got a smile on his face. He is definitely planning something.

“You two, out as well. I need to speak with Y/n alone.”

The grip on your arms lets go and you’re tempted to nail one of the soldiers in the face. They’re only following orders, though. Maybe you should just go for your brother.

“What were you thinking? You’re dishonoring our family’s name, goddammit!” 

“Don’t talk to me about dishonor!” You yell back, probably waking up any sleeping soldiers in a 50 mile radius.

“Just go. I’ll make sure you’re supervised every single second of the day from now on.”

“You can’t control me just because I’m your little sister!”

“I’m supposed to protect you. After Mom and Dad died...” he lets out a long sigh full of pent up frustration, “I can’t lose you, too.”

You exhale, not realizing how long you’d been holding it in. Your head is dizzy from lack of oxygen and all the arguing.

“I know, George, but I’m a grown woman who can choose her own life and make her own mistakes. Doesn’t mean I don’t love you,” you approach your brother, pulling him into a warm embrace.

Washington stiffens at the sudden movement but reciprocates it.

“I better not see him around the camps again. I don’t need the British gaining information they shouldn’t have.”

“That’s good enough with me. As long as I’m on good terms with my big brother.”

[peeign]

YALL

URANUS WAS ORGINALLY CALLED GOERGE

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I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THIS

[ardenrosegarden]

After Geoffrey’s death in 1186, Constance and her children became prey to strategical maneuvering of both sides [England and France].  Constance, however, had become used to taking a strong role before her husband’s death.  As the daughter of the previous Breton duke, Conan IV, the great-granddaughter of Conan III, and the great-great-granddaughter of Alan IV, Constance was apparently trusted by the Breton nobility far more than her English husband.  She thus played a more central role in Breton government than most duchesses.  Her governmental role extended to the issuance of acts in her own name.   Several telling pieces of evidence suggest she adopted a policy of strengthening her hand by emphasizing her links to traditional Breton power.  She signed her acts as "daughter of Count Conan" and made donations and made donations to the monastic foundations traditionally supported by the Breton ducal house.  Her decision to name the son born a few months after Geoffrey's death after the mythical Breton king Arthur is another indication of this conscious policy.

Laura Mellinger, Prayer and Politics in Medieval Brittany, the Making of Saint-Goerges

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My Queen (King George III x Reader)

Requested by: Anonymous who wanted some fluffy King George x Reader

Summary: It’s your wedding day and you are all ready to marry your fiancé, who just happens to be the King of England! When you start having self doubts, George is there to comfort you.

Warnings: None!

Time Period: Hamiltime

Words: 1530

A/N: So, I loved writing this because I love King George and Jonathan Groff. To the requester, I hope this is what you were looking for. Sorry if I got any detaisl wrong about royal weddings during the 1700s. Anyway, thank you so much for everyone’s support and please feel free to leave some requests!!

You woke up and rubbed the reminiscent of sleep from your eyes. As mind started to think about the day ahead, your eyes shot open and a huge smile stretched across your face.

Today was the day you had been looking forward to for months. Today was the day you would be marrying George, the love of your life.

Jumping out of bed, you looked around the room, and your eyes landed on a bouquet of flowers. Right next to them, sat a small card with George’s fimilar handwriting. It read:

My dearest, (y/n):

You are the light of my life, and I still cannot belive that you agreed to marry me. I am eagerly anticipating the moment your beautiful figure glides down the aisle so that we may become man and wife. Until then, just know that I am thinking about you.

Forever yours,

(King) George

You smiled down at the note and brought the flowers closer to your face so you could smell their fresh scent. After setting them down, you ate the tray of breakfast that had been laid out for you.

Next, two maids came into your room to help you prepare for the ceremony. They sat you down in front of a mirror and pulled your hair into an elegant updo, curling the front sections that framed your face. Afterwards, they applied some makeup.

Finally, they laced up your corset and helped you into your wedding dress. It was a white, ballgown styled dress with lace. It had three-quarters length sleeves and a train coming off the back. You were finally allowed to see the final product when your veil was put on.

You beamed at your reflection because you felt truly beautiful. Everything felt absolutely perfect. All that was left to do was wait until the ceremony started. You thanked the maids and they offered their compliments before they left.

“You look truly radiant, miss.” the shorter one told you.

The other maid nodded and smiled at you before saying, “You almost look like a queen.”

With that, the two bowed their heads and left you alone to your thoughts.

All of the sudden, you began to get this nervous feeling in your stomach. It made you feel like you needed to throw up, so you decided to pace back and forth to keep the feeling at bay. The feeling did not go away, and the thoughts running around in your mind were not making it any better.

Your mind was a jumbled mess, but the only thing you could make out was the phrase, “You almost look like a queen.”

What was that supposed to mean? Was she mocking you? Subtly saying that you were unfit to marry King George and rule by his side?

Unfortunately, these thoughts were not anything new. Ever since the beginning of your courtship with George, you had contemplated whether you really deserved to be with him or not. All of these thoughts took you back in your memoires when you and George first began your courtship.

It was not like you were born into royalty or any sort of nobility. Your father was a black smith and your mother was a seamstress. From a young age, you were given the reasonability of looking after your younger siblings and learning the duties of a housewife.

The life your parents lived was not one you could ever be satisfied with, and you had vowed that you would make something of your life. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you would end up marrying the King of England, but it happened.

You had been going into town to pick up some food, when you came across two men having a political debate. One was saying that the King (who was George at the time) was young, inexperienced, and had no right ruling the country, while the other man was defending the King.

Quickly, you had stepped in and defended the king. Eventually, the debate had ended and you turned to the man you were supporting, He asked if you could walk you home, and the rest was history.

Once you and George had been courting for a few months, (he had revealed his true identity already) he decided to let your relationship be known to the people of England. The news was not well received.

People of nobility and those you were not were appalled over the fact that you were just a commoner. Instantly, you received letters upon letters saying how you were nothing more than a dirty whore, looking to steal the government’s money and destroy the monarchy.

Each time you would receive one of these letters, George would rip it up and gather you into his arms. Then, he would draw patterns on your back, while reassuring you of his love.

You were brought from your thoughts with a sharp knock on the door. You wiped away the few tears that had slipped down your cheeks and called to see who it was.

“It’s me, my darling,” A familiar voice spoke.

The grin you wore earily returned as you heard the soothing voice of your fiancé. You took a few steps forward and you were about to open the door when a thought hit you.

“Goerge, you know it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.” you chided him.

“I do not care, I want to see my beautiful bride. I cannot wait for you to officially be my queen” he admitted.

At the word queen, your smiled dropped and sat down on the nearest coach. Although a your heart was racing, you knew what you had to do.

“George?” you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. “Are you absoutlley positive that you wish to marry me?” you questioned, voice cracking in the middle.

“Of course, my love. Why would you ever doubt the love I hold for you?” he asked you, shocked at your comment.

“I-I just, I am not royality.” you admitted, half ashmaded. “And I know many people did not want that wedding to happen for that reason. And while I was preparing, one of the maids told me I almost looked like a queen. I know she didn’t mean anything by it, but it just made me worried.” you explained, rushing through your sentences.

It was awhile until George spoke again and you knew it was partially him trying to deicive what he said. Finally, you heard shifting on the other side of the door, and you saw a bit of his hand underneath the door, searching for your hand.

Smiling, you let your fingers brush against his and sighed. “(y/n),” George started. “I do not care what others say, or if you are royalty or not. All that matters is I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” he confessed.

Now, a few tears of joy slipped down your cheeks, and you brushed them away laughing gently at yourself. How could you ever think such thoughts or doubt George’s love?

After you thanked your fiancé, you heard his footsteps get further away, and you took a look at yourself in the mirror. Luckily, your makeup was still in place, and you just had to pin back your hair a bit.

Not long after your conversation with your soon to be husband, a knock was heard at the door. You knew it was time to walk down the aisle.

You gripped tightly onto your wedding bouquet and took a few deeps breath to try and calm yourself down. Then, the wedding march started and the doors opened. All heads were turned towards you and you put on your brightest smile.

Slowly, but confidently, you glided down the aisle, your dress and veil flowing gracefully behind you. As you reached the alter, you turned towards George and he was beaming right back at you. He extended his arms and pulled back your veil, showing off your radiant face.

Once vows and rings had been exchanged the officiator of the wedding asked you both a simple, yet so important question that you had the same answer to.

“I do.”

“Then I now pronounce you husband and wife.” you heard briefly.

But before you could move, you one of George’s arms wrap around of your waist, while the other cupped your cheek. He brought you into a passionate kiss, pouring all of his love into it. 

When you pulled apart, you felt happier than you ever had before in your life. Taking your hand, George gently turned the both of you to face the crowd. Gazing across the sea of people, you saw everyone smile, which boosted your own confidence.

“May I introduce for the first time, King George and Queen (y/n).”

While the crowd applauded again, George leaned in and whispered in your ear, causing you to giggle.

“Did you hear that? Your my queen.”

[favoritefightingfrenchgoth]

my em mortal chapter 12

I was about to slit my wrists again with the silver knife that Gerog had given me in case anything happened to him. He had told me to use it valiantly against an enemy but I knew that we must both go together.

"NO!" I THOUGHT IT WAS MADIsan but it was Soldier. He started to scream. "OMFG! NOOOOO! MY SCAR HURTS!" and then….. his eyes rolled up! You could only see his red whites.

I stopped. "How did u know?"

"I saw it! And my scar turned back into the scar!"

"NO!" I ran up closer. "I thought you didn't have a scar anymore!" I shouted.

"I do but Devill changed it into a pentagram for me and I always cover it up with foundation." he said back. "Anyway my scar hurt and it turned back into the scar! Save me! then I had a vision of what was happening to Goerge….Knig Gerrog III has him bondage!"

Anyway I was in the army nurse's office now recovering from my slit wrists. Adam and Lorens and MADSAN were there too. They were going to Asylums after they recovered cause they were pedofiles and you can't have those fucking pervs serving in a war with lots of hot boyz. Franklin had constipated the cideo camera they took of me naked. I put up my middle finger at them.

Anyway Madessn came into my hospital bed holding a bouquet of pink roses.

"Gitberl I need to tell u somethnig." he said in a v. serious voice, giving me the roses.

"Fuck off." I told him. "You know I fucking hate the color pink anyway, and I don't like fucked up preps like you." I snapped. Medisan had been mean to me before for being gottik.

"No Glibart." Madsone says. "Those are not roses."

"What, are they goffs too you poser prep?" I asked cause I was angry that he had brought me pink roses.

"I saved your life!" He yelled angrily. "No you didn't I replied." "You saved me from getting a Ann Bolen p- video made from your shower scene and being vued by Adam and Lorenzz." Who MASTABATED (c is dat speld rong) to it he added silently.

"Whatever!" I yelled angirly.

He pointed his hand at the pink roses. "These aren't roses." He suddenly looked at them with an evil look in his eye and muttered Well If you wanted Honesty that's all you haD TO SAY! .

"That's not a spell that's an French Royalti song." I corrected him wisely.

"I know, I was just warming up my vocal cordes." Then he screamed. "Petulus merengo mi kremicli romacio(4 all u cool goffic mcr fans out, there, that is a tribute! specially for len manwell mirand I love you boi!)imo noto okayo!"

And then the roses turned into a huge black flame floating in the middle of the air. And it was black. Now I knew he wasn't a prep.

"OK I believe you now wtf is Greoge?"

Madessan rolled his eyes. I looked into the balls of flame but I could c nothing.

"U c, Gillbart," Frankylon said, watching the two of us watching the flame. "2 c wht iz n da flmes u mst find urslf 1st, k?"

"I HAVE FOUND MYSELF OK YOU MEAN OLD MAN!" Medicine yelled. fRANKylan lookd shockd. I guess he didn't have a headache or else he would have said something back.

Madesssin stormed off back into his bed. "U r a liar, franaaklin!"

Anyway when I got better I went upstairs and put on a black leather long coat that was all ripped on the ends with lace on it. There was some frilly stuff on the front. Then I put on black fishnets and black high-heeled boots with pictures of Mari Antonette on them. I put my hair all out around me so I looked like Louis XV from the France (if u don't know who he iz ur a prep so fuk off!) and I put on blood-red lipstick, black eyeliner and black lip gloss.

"You look kawai, girl." Wilhelm von Stoyban said sadly. "Fangzz you do too." I said sadly too, but I was still upset. I slit both of my wrists feeling totally depressed and I sucked all the blood. I cried again in my bathroom and put the shades on so Adam and Lorenz couldn't spy on me this time. I went to some outsides. Soldier was in the training areas. He looked all depressed because George had disappeared and he had used to be in love with George. He was sucking some blood from a frenchdude.

"Hi." he said in a depressed way. "Hi back." I said in an wqually said way.

We both looked at each other for some time. Aaron had beautiful red gothic eyes so much like Georges. Then… we jumped on each other and started screwing each other.

"STOP IT NOW YOU HORNY SIMPLETONS!" shouted Thomis Jaffersang who was watching us and so was everyone else.

"Soldier you merde!" I said slapping him. "Stop trying to screw me. You know I loved George!" I shouted and then I ran away angrily.

Just then he started to scream. "OMFG! NOOOOO! MY SCAR HURTS!" and then….. his eyes rolled up! You could only see his red whites.

"NO!" I ran up closer.

"I thought you didn't have a scar anymore!" I shouted.

"I do but Devill changed it into a pentagram for me and I always cover it up with foundation." he said back. "Anyway my scar hurt and then I had a vision of what was happening to George….King George III has him bondage!"

[orionbreisgau]

It seems that Edward of Middleham is not the biological son of Richard III and Anne Neville but the son of Prince Edward of Lancaster and Anne Neville.

Later in episode 19, it is revealed by Richard III to Buckingham that Edward is not his biological son. He added saying that Edward is the grandson of King Henry VI and the son of the Lancastrian prince, Edward.

[sir-dalyk-of-skaro]