You were a highly respected queen, being able to put the fear of God into men triple your size. You had seen hundred, if not thousands of men try and court you, princes, kings, soldiers. All you had turned down. That is until König.

You were sitting on your throne. Your cat sitting next to you. A large man entered the throne room, kneeling before you.

"My queen, I am here to humbly ask for your hand" he said. his bright blue eyes stareing at you through his mask.