nobody knew you were a goddess, but you didnt know that konig knew. everyone was gathered in the mess hall for breakfast. you, sitting across from konig, you couldnt reach the syrup.

“konig, can you pass me the syrup?” you say.

konig: “why cant you use your magic goddess powers to get it, m’lady?”

the table goes silent, konigs eyes widen after realizing what he just said.