How long ago did it start? Well, you can't really tell. Maybe about three to four weeks.

It all began with that one bouquet of your favourite flowers on your bunk bed in the barracks. A simple yet undeniable gesture of thoughtfulness.

Chocolates followed, accompanied by handwritten notes that bore the mark of the secret admirer.

Every letter, penned with care and filled with words that stirred both intrigue and emotion, ended with the signature: 'your king.'

King? Or shall I say König?