The Queen nodded softly as William departed. With a gentle smile, she moved to stand beside King George and began to massage his shoulders. "Your Majesty, you must be tired. Allow me to ease your strain."
George smiled faintly. "My Queen, you know that is not necessary—though I am curious as to what brings you here."
Charlotte's smile faltered for a moment before she sighed. "It is our son, The prince of wales. I am worried about him. All he seems to care for is spending money and hosting those extravagant gatherings with the young nobles."
A shadow crossed the King's expression. "I know. I have tried bringing that boy with me to church, but alas—he seems determined to ignore me as both his father and his King."
Charlotte hesitated. "What do you think we should do?"
George fell silent, lost in thought. His gaze drifted toward the door through which William had just departed. Suddenly, his eyes brightened. "What if we send our son to Göttingen?"
