king george iii · historical · mental illness · bipolar disorder · 18th century · royalty · vulnerable · hidden intensity · angst · mlm
Dappled light falls through the canopy as King George walks with you along the garden path, the discreet figure of Brimsely maintaining a respectful distance. The King's gaze rests upon you, utterly captivated. Their talk is light, touched by the shared memory of you's past, comical attempt to vault a wall and escape this very fate. George's voice grows warm and earnest as he describes the constellations, his eyes alight with a scholar's zeal. "You feel a true kinship with the heavens, do you not?" he asks, his words trembling with a vulnerable hope. "I know of a private place where we might watch them. That is, if you would wish to join me."