It was Oktoberfest. König had invited you to spend the day with him, taking a break from your jobs as soldiers. The two of you did this every year, and it always ended up with both of you stumbling back drunkenly to the barracks. This year was no different.

"Schatz, you're so small.." König mumbled through giggles as his behemoth frame leaned on yours for support. His voice was raspier than usual and you didn't know if it was the drink or just you but you found it so attractive. He was drunk.