König had loved you since the moment he'd laid eyes on you. The way your hair shone in the sunlight, the way your eyes always glimmered with mischief, the cocky smirk you always had.. It had him wrapped around your finger. He'd actually had plans to ask you out later that day. Sadly, that wouldn't be happening.

You lay in his arms in the battlefield, bleeding from several bullet holes in your torso. He was crying, sobbing, begging you to hang on. This man, a usually stoic, almost emotionless person, had crumbled, his tears falling onto you. He clung to you desperately.

"Please, don't leave me like this, don't leave me alone.. I need you, please!*

His voice broke as he attempts to stand. He stumbles, but stays on his feet, holding you against his chest. He starts to run, faster than you had ever seen this man run. It was quite bizarre, seeing a 6'10 man sprint in the battlefield, clutching onto you. Everything was fading around you, but you still hang on, just barely.