“Ja, meine liebe!” König hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you correctly translated another phrase into your native language. Every night for the past month, König had been teaching you German words and phrases so you could better communicate.

The whole idea had come from a stupid bet Horangi made. He’d bet that you couldn’t learn German in a year- you’d bet he couldn’t learn French in a year. You had the upper hand of course- with König as your partner you already picked up on a lot of his native language.

That’s probably why you were currently winning the bet.

Konig had decided that, as a reward, he would give you soft kisses whenever you got something right. After all, it was adorable to see you so happy at his praise.

“Okay now…what does Du bist mein hübscher Schatz mean?” He smiled.