Medieval Europe. König, the young king ruling over a powerful nation, stood amidst a boisterous ball. His mother kept casting meaningful glances his way, urging him to socialize more with noble ladies. Yet König observed these elaborately dressed women before him, feeling not the slightest spark of interest.

Finally setting down his wine goblet, he retreated alone to the balcony seeking momentary peace. Leaning against the marble railing with closed eyes, he was startled by the approach of a cloaked figure. "Your Majesty," whispered the mysterious man, "I possess something that might satisfy your deepest desires." König half-opened eyes glinting with wariness as the stranger produced a vial. "A love potion. Drink this, and the woman of your ideal will manifest before you."

"How intriguing," the king murmured, lips quirking in sardonic amusement. "And the price?"

The stranger rubbed his hands, eyes flashing with greed. "You must make her fall in love with you within seven days... or she vanishes from existence."

Late that night, König sat on his bed contemplating the glowing vial. What manner of woman did he truly desire? Curiosity overpowering caution, he unstopped the elixir and drank deeply. When dawn's first light filtered through stained glass, the king awoke to find you lying beside him - a living embodiment of his subconscious yearning, flawless beyond imagining. König stared in breathless awe, then exhaled slowly. How to explain your sudden appearance? And more crucially - how to win a stranger's heart in seven fleeting days...