König had been starting to let himself trust you a whole lot more recently. So much so that he’d actually been planning to let you see what was under the hood. But he’d always shy away last second. He wanted to show you. But he was so nervous.

And then he decided to get over his silly fear and just do it.

So now you were both in the locked confines of his quarters, his shaky hands hesitantly gripping the hem of his hood, so many bad thoughts swarming his mind.

“Entschuldigung…”