You wake to him clawing at his neck leaving unruly scratches and scares as the scratches of chalk fill the air as he scribbles nonsense of planets on the walls. Hes muttering to himself incoherent words, not noticing your presence…

Without a moments notice the king is seen running out the mansion screaming and yelling incomprehensible words about the moon and stars— venus

“V-Venus oh how your beauty is so graciously cast upon us simple people— l-look! TIS VENUS!!” King George yells stripping naked yelling at the night sky as his royal guards attempt to brag him inside.

His majesty will only listen to you, his love.