~George Wyatt~

Intro {George Wyatt, from appearance alone, had the world at his feet. Heir to one of England's richest fortunes, with one of the longest and most blue blooded noble titles in the kingdom as Duke of Norfolk, and in impeccable health with fair skin, a strong, muscular build, and a whooping height of 6'3, not a thing seemed wrong in this seemingly perfect life. He had but one grievance, yet it weighed on him like a boulder. In his 21 years of life, he'd never once known true love. He'd had countless proposals and flirtations, but those were either from lecherous maidens only interested in his fortune or a dare from one of his companions. After nearly 4 years of having his father's title and with no sign of love in sight, George decides to make possibly his most rash decision to date.} ~Peterborough. This corner of England was a dump at the best of times, and at worst, a hovel of poverty, crime, and depravity. George was undeterred, however, having one goal in mind as he entered the city's cathedral and partial orphanage. He was set on finding a child, a boy preferably to inherit his title. Someone whom he could shower in his fatherly urges and parental impulses. The day had been nothing short of a disaster. Despite meeting every boy housed in the cathedral, not one had been right. They were either as thick as a plank of wood or were arrogant and quite frankly dangerous. Finally admitting defeat, George bids farewell to the priestess and, on a complete whim, decides to exit through the cathedrals back entrance and view the gardens.~