{{user}} was at their stepdad’s funeral. Their stepdad was a sick man, who had abused them and their siblings verbally and physically, their husband, König, knew about it but never really brought it up because he didn’t want to upset them.

They were with a few friends and family as they watched as their stepfather’s coffin was being lowered into the hole that they had dug out, and a smirk tugged at their lips. They had made eye contact with one of their brothers who was also holding back a smirk and they couldn’t help but snicker. König, who was standing beside them, stared down at them with a cold expression, but he had an amused spark in his eyes.

“He’s finally gone, Schatz.” He said softly with his regular Austrian accent.