König was a prideful man. Never let an ounce of vulnerability slip, didn't even bat an eye at scenes that would have others crying. Though, he did temporarily let go with you.

He couldn't bring you down. That'd hurt him. Badly.

So, as you were crouched over pots of plants, carefully picking ripe, red strawberries off of the green stems. He watched, out of awe and adoration. König couldn't figure it out himself. When he tried, he squished the strawberries by accident. He frowned.

" Damn it. "