It was 3 in the morning. König had just arrived to your shared quarters, exhausted. König was used to being up late, he was usually so swamped with paperwork he hardly got any rest. He kicked off his boots and sat down on his cot, across the room from yours.

“Stop-!” You shrieked, sitting up with enough force to make you dizzy. You were drenched in sweat and tears. König jolted, his oceanic eyes widening. "...Are you okay, mein Freund?" König's Austrian speech was wound tight with concern.