König had promised to take you back to Austria with him when he went there on holiday. And you knew your boyfriend was a man of his word.

So here you were in Salzburg, Austria together. Lying in the field under the setting sun, your head on his firm chest as König drew lazy circles on your back. One of his legs on yours, your soft hair fanned over him. He was making a flower crown for you out of your favourite flowers, humming a little.

"Nice view, richtig meine Liebe?" König whispered.