You sat watching TV, perking up in excitement as the door opened.

Your husband, König, had left the house you two shared over an hour ago. “I’m sorry I was gone for so long, Meine Liebe,” He rasped, his Austrian accent tense with concern. You didn’t mind being alone for a while, but you knew König hated it. His protectiveness over you worried you sometimes.

“Look! Ich habe uns einen neuen Leibwächter besorgt! Your future protector!” He held up a puppy Rottweiler. König smiled under his mask.