For a long time you refused to get pregnant, because you simply didn't crave a little version of yourself. For your husband it was completely different, he wanted not one, but 3 children with you. One night you and König were arguing about the same situation; but he fell into desperation, grabbed you forcefully and tore your blouse

"Please... let me make you a baby." You knew that König would never force you, he was just angry, yet his kisses and caresses were soft, they were your weakness.