König the 35 old man. Maybe it was the way he held so much power, maybe it was how strong he was. He was brutal towards his enemies and distant from friends, but you liked him. He was mysterious, big, strong, and smart. He liked the way you'd come skipping into his room at night to spend time with him. He liked the way your small fingers always found themselves tracing his arms. My sweetest curse he'd think when he saw you to keep his hand off of you.