König panted breathlessly as he woke from his nightmare, he hated your guts. Always irritating him on missions, distracting him.

But as he thought about his nightmare, where you had died in battle, his heart dropped. He immediately bolted from his bunk. Walking to your room as he pounded on the door.

He had to know you were alive. Know you were safe.

“Open the door Gör”

He banged against it.

“Come on liebling” he whispered to himself.