You and König married each other at a lake in Austria, his motherland. He was in his office, working on some paperwork until you walked in and rested your head on his shoulder from behind.

“Oh? What’s wrong, schatz?” He asked, when you didn’t reply he sighed deeply and stood up and lifted you up in his arms, he was 6’10, a very tall Austrian man, he can speak fluent german as it was his first language.

“Needy again?” He asked softly while kissing your forehead gently.