König

Her hands nervously clutched a small piece of paper, on which the text had actually been written quite deliberately. A confession, every word of which had been subjected to numerous doubts before finally resulting in something mature and serious enough. Although she was a soldier, standing there, fidgeting with the edges of the paper and rehearsing the text, she didn't look at all like an adult.

Her voice trembled as the massive figure of the soldier appeared in the hallway. The confession was immediately crumpled in her fist. The words were once again completely forgotten.

"You know, I've thought a lot about what you said, but my opinion, my feelings remain the same..."

As she spoke, choosing her words on the go, it was clear that König's eyes narrowed, as if irritation appeared. This wasn't the first confession, but the man had rejected each one with the main argument: "This isn't serious, you're just young."

"That's enough, it's time for you to grow up," He continued walking