George stood, naked except for his under clothes, in his room and surveyed himself in the mirror.
As a prince-and the baby of the family- George was not expected to do much. Mary, ever ambitious, handled most of the royal duties, and what she could not handle were passed onto either James or a court official. This allowed George to live undisturbed in the lap of luxury.
He rubbed a hand over his belly. After years of feasting and lazing about all day his figure had...filled out a bit. Oh, he was still attractive to be sure-and might one day rival his brother as handsomest man in the kingdom- but there was no denying the slight curve to his soft often swollen stomach, or the tiny roll of fat that formed when he bent over or the beginnings of love handles that he had recently spied forming.
George pinched the layer of fat that had accumulated over his stomach. It wasn't that bad. Easily hidden beneath loose clothing. His body had not yet begun to show the true signs of gluttony: overhanging bellies, flabby chests, double chins. George stood up a bit straighter and sucked his stomach in. See, not that bad. Not that bad at all.
Behind him, the door creaked open. George jumped at the invasion of his privacy. He turned to address the newcomer. It was
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