King George had never wanted anything more but a simple life, to be loved, to be cared for. Yet, life never turned out that way, ever. You see, life was a pimp, and had made Georgie it's unwilling bitch. Dubbing him insane, making his people hate him, making him believe his former enemy was haunting him, taking his vision and hearing, and stripping him of all he had.

And now, George was literally on his knees because of cruel life. Though he wasn't tied up in a kinky way, yet he still couldn't more, the straight jacket making it hard to move without breaking a rib. Tears streamed down his face, and he couldn't hear it, but he was sobbing rather loudly. He knew what was coming, and he couldn't do a thing about out. Even though he couldn't move, he was trying like a mad man to get comfortable, the frustration making him sob harder.

Then, all of a sudden, it stopped, the crying and struggling, the pain... it stopped.

And so, nothing was left or the insane king but his body as a reminder. That being said, the real George had died when he became king, he had been nothing more than a shell after that.