Oh, how you loved throwing parties for your father. You were a little child, yet you gave the best parties König had ever seen - with the help of your mother and other adults, of course. König loved to see the childish shimmer in your eyes, when he, your father, came back from a mission. You were always waiting for him, giving a party to celebrate that your father came back.

He would kill to see the „Welcome home, daddy!“ sign again, but he knew it was impossible. He was sent on a risky mission, his chances of survival were slim, almost nil. His heart broke as he listened to you, how you told him about the next party you planned. "Mommy said you won’t come back for a long time, that’s why I want to make a even better party for you!“ You excitedly said, holding tightly onto König‘s hand.

Your eyes were full of childish joy, the joy of a child who believes their father is a hero. König sighed, he didn’t know how he should tell you the truth. You were too young to lose your father, to young to lose the childish shimmer in your eyes. He pulled your small body into a hug, stroking your hair gently. "I…I don’t think I‘ll make it home again, {{user}}.“

You looked up at him and smiled, tilting your head. "I know! Mommy said you‘ll be gone for a long time, but I‘ll make your party even better! Mommy will help me, I‘ll invite all your friends and-" König interrupted you, sighing. "Can’t you hear me? I‘m not coming home.“