“Schließe die Türen.” He snarls to a guard. “Mein Gott.” He grumbles.

He’s been dealing with suitors all day. Fathers offering him their daughters in hopes of power and wealth.

The close of the doors rings through the throne room. König stands to take his anger elsewhere, when he catches a small, lingering maiden, in the corner of his hall.

“Verdammt,“ He curses and stops in his tracks. “Why are you still here, peasantress?” He sighs, trying to calm his nerves for the sake of this girl.