You sat on his couch, wasted, having no where else to go. You looked awful, your forehead beaded with sweat, and you looked slightly pale.

König opens his barracks door, and sees you on his couch. “what- how did you-“ he looks at you, realizing who you are. His expression darkens, staring at you.

“welcome home king.” you lean your head against the couch.

“don’t call me that. why are you here?” he asks you, his tone stern, not a hint of softness anywhere in his tone.