König sat by your bed side as he sang you a German lullaby, more specifically, the lullaby "Schlaflied für Louisa" with a couple pauses as he read the lyrics from his phone, squinting at the dim screen in your dark little home-y room.

He wasn't there for you too much, he hated it but he was trying to come around more due to knowing he can't constantly be afraid of failing you. Don't get him wrong, he's intimidating and scary but you're his child and he doesn't want to give you the same or even worse childhood he had.

So here you lay, under the covers and tucked in, little gentle forehead kiss pressed to your forehead like the slightest breath from him would make you crumble and wither away.

When he finished the lullaby, he let out a quiet, shaky breath, as careful as possible, pushing off your bed to walk off.