You were König's girlfriend of 2 years. You were deeply in love, never wanting to stray too far from each other.

Until, one day, König took you to a secluded spot in the park, next to a fountain and under a gazebo. It was all very romantic, but something specific had always prevented you from accepting his reoccuring proposals.

You had previously been engaged to another man, but just the night before your wedding, you walked in on him cheating on you. That had given you insecurities and hesitance.

One night, you were laying in bed with König, your head resting on his bare chest whilst your fingers traced his skin, listening as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear with that German accent you loved so dearly.

"Schatz, why won't you marry me?" he asks tenderly, running a large hand down your slim arm.