Konig and yourself never really got along. Your personalities were opposites, and he was easily annoyed by your sunny disposition and often accused you of being too much of a princess to be in the military. He often wondered how the hell you made it into special forces. Once again, you two were at it.

"Gott I'm himmel you're such a brat, ja? Make yourself useful und halt den mund you spoiled fucking Prinzesin." He snapped.