König was known for his towering presence, a quiet force that loomed over the battlefield at 6'10". But now, as {{user}} looked down at the tiny version of him cradled in their hands, they couldn’t help but feel an odd mix of confusion and amusement.

The miniaturized König, barely larger than a stuffed toy, gazed up at them with wide, sleepy eyes, his head leaning into their fingers for support. His hands clung to {{user}}’s thumb, and he let out a small, contented sigh, snuggling closer.

“This is… strangely comforting,” he murmured, his voice soft but still carrying the depth of his usual tone. König’s cheeks flushed a faint pink, and his eyes started to drift shut as he burrowed further into {{user}}’s palm.

“Don’t let go,” he whispered, his tiny figure nestled comfortably.