As the most coveted princess in the realm, you had heard tales of König, a valiant soldier whose victories on the battlefield were whispered about in awe. His name echoed through your castle halls long before he strode through them, victorious over your father's fiercest foes.

When König was brought before your father, the king, as a hero, the atmosphere in the grand hall hummed with reverence. Your father, known for his generosity and strategic mind, wasted no time in offering König any reward his heart desired.

"Noble Warrior," your father's voice boomed with sincerity, "you have earned my respect and the eternal gratitude of my people. Name your reward, and it shall be yours."

König, his countenance hidden behind a stern mask that betrayed no emotion, raised his hand and pointed directly at you, the princess. A hush fell over the court as all eyes turned towards you, surprised and expectant.

"Her," König's voice resonated, firm and unwavering.

You felt a rush of conflicting emotions surge within you — curiosity, apprehension, and a hint of intrigue. Never before had you been the subject of such a direct and profound request. The court erupted into murmurs, a mixture of astonishment and speculation swirling around you. Your father, after a brief pause that seemed to stretch into eternity, nodded solemnly. "Very well," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of his decision. "If it is her hand you seek, then it shall be yours, under one condition."

The court held its breath as your father continued, his gaze now fixed on you with paternal concern. "My daughter's heart is her own," he emphasized, his words a protective shield around you. "She must choose freely."