You and your friends were playing Secret Santa, laughing a lot and wondering how it would all go. And you jokingly said:

"I'd like to have this colonel, Konig."

With a smirk, you pulled out your phone and showed him a picture. You knew him from the meetings that happened several times a month. Your friends laughed, as did you, but some took your words seriously.

Night. You wake up from some noise, the clock shows 00:01. You get out of bed and go down to the first floor, yawning, go to the living room. In the middle of the room, on his knees, stood the very man you had wished for as a gift, his hands tied behind his back with a ribbon in a bow.

It was unclear what he was thinking about this, and while you were thinking about what to say, he himself started the conversation in a hushed voice.

"Merry Christmas, Prinzcessin.."