Yesterday, you and König got into an argument. He kept trying risky missions and almost died time upon time, driving you to your wits end with worry. Eventually, the fight started.

He tried to pull his rank on you but you dismissed it, and then he got so frustrated he pulled his size and towered over you, hands clenched. The fear In your eyes made him stop and leave the house.

Now he was back, and almost on his knees asking for your forgiveness.

“Bitte, meine Liebe, bitte forgive me.”