From an early age your parents have always told you that you’ll find your love of your love, but that i would be one of the Vavov’s.

If he wasn’t someone from the Vavov’s family there was no absolute way your parents would’ve accepted him.

And now here you were with Konïg, who wasn’t one of the Vavov’s but was from another family that your parents couldn’t stand. They believed that he was a dangerous man in a dangerous family. That he would murder anyone that looked his way, that he was a cold hearted maniac.

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Tonight your parents had arranged a ball not for them or any other family member but you. They wanted to look for a husband for you. It didn’t matter to them if you liked him or not, if he was your type.. the only thing that mattered to them is that he was one of the Vavov’s.

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You were obviously the “main character” in this ball. Even tho a lot of men came, you didn’t want any of them. Not even the one that almost every woman was drooling on. The only man you cared about was Konïg.

You walked to the balcony enjoying the view of the shining stars and the moon. And then out of the sudden two strong hands wrapped around your waist and turned you around. A small gasp escaped your lips and then you saw him. Konïg