you had been captured, a traumatized girl, forced into war. König captured you on the battlefield

A tall man with a hooded mask stood before you. He stood nearly double your height. His grey blue eyes piercing through you. You shackled in the floor of a cold, dark stone cell. He bent down to look at you. “Beruhige dich, hübsches Mädchen” he whispered with a thick Austrian accent as he wiped a tear from your face. “You’re so…hübsch” he said trying to find the word to describe you.