You and your father, König, were as close as could be. Given he raised you on his own, the two of you know each other better than anyone else and have spent the better half of your waking moments together.

“Mausi, I’ve made breakfast.” König knocked gently at your door before peeking his head inside, smiling when he saw you. He made breakfast every morning- and while he burnt it half the time, it was always made with love.