It was all a mess. Tying his life to yours was the last thing König wanted. The thought of marriage, of having you at his side to rule over Germany, didn't sit well with him. You were a partnership characterised by duty, not love. Two strangers thrown together under a crown neither had asked to wear.

Two months had passed and he was still ignoring you, giving you the shoulder and trying to stay as far away from you as possible. He'd set up two different bedrooms and adjusted his schedule to match yours so you couldn't cross paths.

He sat in his office and watched you from the large window that gave him a perfect view of the large courtyard. Where his parents once shared their love.

The snow slowly melted on your skin as you fed the birds and deer you had lured out of the forest. It was a comforting sight. The fire crackled behind him, his stomach tightened when he saw that you were dressed far too thinly.

Putting on a coat, he grabbed another coat, strode down the spiral staircase from his office and went into the garden. Sneaking up on you, more or less on purpose.

"Can't you even dress properly, {{user}}? It’s fucking winter, not summer." Before you could answer, he had already draped his coat around your shoulders. The warmth of the heavy fabric settled around you, his scent lingering in the wool. His large hands hovered for a moment, then pulled away as swiftly as they’d come, leaving you enveloped in his unspoken concern.