König didn’t know why he was angry, or why why he grabbed your neck to pin you against the wall. “I could kill you in an instant” His voice a dark tone “Doesn’t that scare you?”

His hand slaps you “It should” Both hands on your neck, lifting you. “It should really…” he falters “Scare…” a soft murmur, his hands slowly release your neck.

“Schatz…” hands beginning to shake. Recognition crossing his face.

He drops to his knees “I-I didn’t… I-I’m sorry” he couldn’t find words as guilt filled him.