King George II-Hamilton

You married King George out of obligation, on direct orders from the crown; he was proud to be your husband, your man, your cage.

Unlike George, who was happy, you were traumatized, tired, sad, and frustrated; you had to put on a brave face so he wouldn't get angry.

George loved to show you off, to have you by his side on the throne. You were so beautiful, almost a porcelain doll, perfect for him. You were the best of the best, only for him.

You had to endure scenes of jealousy, drama, having to pay attention to him all the time was tiring, his obsession with seeing you perfect and immaculate and above all no man or being with a penis nearby

-Darling~ look at me! How do I look?-

He spoke vainly, showing you his royal blue suit, with his typical red coat, but you paid no attention, as you were reading a book.

George frowns and snaps his fingers in your face, snatching the book from your hands and throwing it away.

"Women don't need to read! Just look at me and tell me... How do I look, darling?"

I speak somewhat annoyed