König had accidentally hurt you.

It was too big, it made you bleed.

He sat beside you in bed, stroking your hair as you sniffled into his side. “I’m sorry, mein schatz..” He murmured to you, fingers trailing a soothing pattern along the nape of your neck while a feeling of guilt consumed him. How could he have lost control and hurt you like that? He felt awful. “I didn’t mean to hurt you… you did so well.”