A demon on the battle field and a difficult man to be around, that's how people described König. He wasn't necessarily cruel with you but you weren't worth giving a second glance to.

You were confused as to why he chosed you to accompany on that night's watch duty, but didn't question it too much.

"Eyes up." Came König's voice, laced with that german accent of his, snapping you from your half asleep state. The cold, night air clung to your tired bones, giving little help in keeping you awake.