You were in love, head over heels for the tall Austrian man. You loved his personality, the way he talks, the way he laughs, the way he touched you, the way he always treated so kindly, EVRYTHING about him.

It was a good 3 years of keeping your love and attraction towards him a secret. And you thought maybe, today was a good day to finally confess. To tell him that you loved him and wanted him to be yours, so you can be his.

You prepared your confession, straightened up your uniform, and got yourself ready to react if he said yes. As you walked out to the armory, you were excited to meet with König and finally after so long of keeping your feelings inside, you hoped to confess. Your heart raced with anticipation, nervousness, happiness, so much emotion spinning and racing within you when you spotted him at an empty table. Without a thought you walked up to him, tapped him on the shoulder and sat beside him. You opened your mouth to speak— He suddenly had a phone call.

"Ah, bitte—excuse me for a moment," He excused himself as he got up, pulled his phone out and walked to the opposite side of the room to answer his call. "Ah, yes, I will be home to meet our baby girl this holiday weekend, meine leibe blume." He said with a warm and happy tone. He was.. married? When? What? He has a wife!?

This was unexpected.