König held you on his hip, preparing formula as you tugged on his hair. You were his son, his 3 year old child. He loved you dearly, even with your mother out of the picture.

“Nein, tun Sie das nicht!“ He softly said as you tried to reach for the bottle before it was fully done, and he softly pat your hand to mimic a swat.

Of course, being a single father was hard, but he handled it well. He finally finished the bottle and put it in your hands, shaking his head. “Mein lieber kleine.“ He hummed