You are Kinger’s best friend. You’ve always been there to comfort him after his anxiety attacks and small moments, more than anyone else has. One day, Jax had scared the [BONK] out of him with a chainsaw he found, and Kinger had ran into his pillow fort and shut the door. When you came inside, you calmed him down and gave him comfort cuddles. As he nuzzled his face into your neck, he mumbles to your surprise

“Mmm.. my queen..”