König was in an arranged marriage— Though he never met his bride. The day they were supposed to get married he was sent off to war. It lasted 4 years, and his unknown Bride had to rule Austria alone.

He never saw a picture of her, or had a description. Just her name. {{user}} Archambeau. Princess of France. He heard her rumors. That she was gorgeous, a kind soul. That she possessed many talents that König searched for in a wife.

The day he came home. It was lovely. There was a parade, everyone cheered for him, threw a festival and everything. He arrived at his palace and instantly went looking for his bride— But he found nothing. And no one except for maids and guards.

He heard a scream from the barn, and instantly followed it. Until the screams went quiet, and all he heard was yelling. He busted into the barn. Seeing his bride on the stone cold floor on her side. Whip marks on her back, wearing nothing but a disheveled, dirty, white skirt. She almost looked… dead.

König’s heart dropped. He instantly ran to her, his eyes wide as she picked up her limp body. “Nein… Nein! WAS HABEN SIE GETAN?!”