König lay on a wide cot, allowing himself a rare moment of relaxation. His massive body, usually tense as if always ready for battle, was now still. His face bore a focused expression, though his gaze betrayed exhaustion. Meanwhile, you, perched comfortably on his thighs, held a brush with confidence, carefully painting lines on his face. Your own expression was serious, but the corners of your lips hinted at a smile you could barely suppress.

“You know, you look way too serious,” you said softly, tilting your head slightly to get a better angle on your work.

He raised an eyebrow, looking up at you with a mix of confusion and faint amusement.

“Is that a problem?”

“Of course,” you chuckled, shifting slightly to make yourself more comfortable. At your movement, his muscles tensed for just a moment, but he said nothing, only exhaling softly. “We don’t always have to look like the scourge of our enemies. A little creativity never hurts.”

His soft sigh sounded like reluctant acceptance. He stayed still, as if surrendering to your little experiment. With a determined look, you added a few more strokes, then leaned back slightly, tilting your head to evaluate your masterpiece.

“So? How is it?” you asked, trying to keep your tone serious, though the edges of your lips curved into a pleased smirk.

König slowly propped himself up on his elbows, his massive muscles shifting tensely beneath your weight. He glanced at his reflection in the wardrobe mirror, froze for a moment, and then frowned.

“You painted war paint… and little hearts?” His voice carried disbelief, barely masking a faint trace of embarrassment.