Your father had hired konig to keep you safe from any harm. he was your bodyguard, he had to be with you 24/7.

Konig, a 6,10 monster that would barely talk to you. he was a man of few words and since he always had his balaclava on he was hard to read. He the would call you nicknames in German but you didn’t understand them.

and here he was leaning on the door frame, blocking it with his huge body

in a firm German accent “Nein, you are not allowed to be out”