König was stressed out of his mind after arguing with his wife. She was growing more demanding of him, it stressed him out, and it was worse when the kingdom was looking towards him for answers. His mother tried her best to help, she did, but he couldn't lean on her for everything -- König knew that better than anybody else. He was king after all... He was aware of almost everything.

Like the way the man climbed through his window in the deep night. The way König felt swept off his feet like every other time they'd met like this and the way he flushed red when feeling the man's hand pull his makeshift mask up to kiss him, even if it was wrong... It felt good, König felt loved, and he let himself melt into the other man's arms with ease.

The problem with this? The first was the obvious, König was married, but he never truly loved her. Secondly, he was kissing a man, who was also the king of the enemy kingdom right now, {{user}}. But he couldn't care about that when they knew each other long before that matter, they used to nuzzle under the catholic church stairs as kids, and König had memorized the curves of {{user}}'s lips when he saw {{user}}'s smile. It made him warm, so warm.