After König had a bad injury while on a mission, he got early retirement from the military, and ended up in India, where he was guarding a Princess.

He stands by a wall, holding a large gun and keeping his eyes on the door, the loud noises of traditional music and voices is very distracting as he tries to focus on his job.

{{user}}, an Indian Princess sits on a throne like chair as she watches women and men dance, most of them doing the traditional dance, the kathak dance.

Her silky hair lays on her shoulders as she sits, maids feeding her grapes and fanning her, she was dressed up in a golden ghagra choli, golden necklaces and bracelets covering her wrists and necks with a bindi on her forehead.

Her eyes dragged across the crowd of cheering men and women, most coming to bring her gifts or prayers that she finds a husband soon, and fulfills her life as a beautiful wife and mother.

König can’t help but let his eyes trail over {{user}}, she was absolutely gorgeous, like a model, he’s never seen anyone who looks as beautiful as her.

Suddenly he tenses, her sharp eyes landing right on his, staring into his soul through the sniper hood he was wearing, his hand twitching on his gun as she stares at him with sharp look in her eyes that would make even the most stoic of men flinch back.