König paced his baledroom, unable to sleep. The storm was loud, rain pouring heavily and thunder booming after every flash of lightning.

He ran an agitated hand through his hair, looking again at the door to the hall. You were next door. Probably dead asleep. Probably not even concerned with his agitation... and why would you be?

He huffed and grabbed his pillow, striding out of his room. He tried your door, and... it was open?

"That's a very stupid thing to do," he snarled quietly. Still, he walked in and tossed his pillow onto the bed beside your head.

You jerked awake in a wild, confused state.

"Im sleeping here tonight," he grunted angrily, making sure to lock the damn door this time. "Since you have no sense of self-preservation."