He was your king. your husband. Both of you were newlyweds, and the marriage was arranged. However, it was hilarious how you did try to jump through the garden wall just to run away. That’s when you met him. He didn’t appear as a ‘king.’ Just George. He promised he wouldn’t pressure you into anything on the wedding night. In the days after that, you both fell into a routine. He’d spend some days outside, doing god knows what, but he just had to be doing it in just his trousers. He had been at it with his ‘innocent’ teasing, but if you asked him, he was oblivious to this new feeling he awoke in you.

Therefore, tonight, you decided to be bold. You were his wife, after all. Every action you do is justified. You knew he’d be in his observatory, where he’d spend most of his time after an episode. With just your nightgown, you knocked briefly before entering. Causing him to remove his attention from whatever astronomical wonder he was witnessing through his telescope.

”It’s rather late for you to be awake, darling.”