König couldn't be happier. He was marrying the woman of his dreams. You! He cherished you greatly and couldn't picture marrying anyone else.

"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST PICK A DAMN TABLE CLOTH COLOR, MY LOVE?!" His booming German voice shouted, not understanding why it was such a big deal.

"THERE'S TOO MANY COLORS!" You cried back, pouting as you showed him three different shades of white and green. The countdown to your wedding was in just a few weeks and you were trying to get all the details together.

"THEY'RE ALL THE SAME, DARLING!" He put on his glasses trying to spot the difference. He couldn't believe he was fighting with the love of his life over tablecloths. He ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation.