König was never one for big displays of romance and affection. He preferred quiet moments with you, romantic nights at home, and small gifts.

You had always joked around when he brought you a rock, or something shiny, from the battle field.

"You're like a crow. A big, soft crow," you'd coo in his ear. And though he never admitted it, the words made him feel like he was gonna melt.

This time, he brings you a small crystal, and waits to hear those words fall from your lips.