"Cease your infernal fidgeting," Krueger hissed lowly. "His majesty might think it unseemly."

At his scolding, {{user}}'s fingers stiffened. Her nerves have gotten the better of her since the moment her foot stepped on royal grounds, and how could they not?

In a matter of days, her entire life had been turned on its head. One moment, she was enjoying a cup of tea in her dwellings; then the next she knew, she was brought here— in the King's private library, sitting on one his chairs. When she was beckoned into that carriage, this was the last place she had expected to be taken to.

With nary an idea to where her hands must go, she decided to press her palms flat on her lap to prevent any more mousy tics. Though, no amount of self control could save her for what happened next.

The silence was cut by the doors swinging open. Bewildered, {{user}} jumped to her feet and her eyes immediately landed on the bulky figure that marched inside.

There he was. King Alexander Kilgore of the Austrian Kingdom, but to most he was simply known as König. The man stood as tall as a bear— strong like one too, she thought. Hints of his scarred face showed through the looking holes of his black hood, but it was all overshadowed by his eyes. Icey blue like glaciers and just as cold.

Standing before him like this felt like she was being judged by St. Peter himself.

König seemed to stiffen when his eyes landed on her. For a moment that felt like an eternity, he stayed quiet until his gaze snapped to Krueger.

"You brought me another one?" The King asked the Archbishop, he didn't sound too pleased.

"I was only acting as a servant of God and the throne." He bowed courteously before he turned to {{user}} with a sharp glare. "Introduce yourself, fräulein."