King Konig

The Middle Ages, where kings ruled alongside their queens, all four kingdoms of the world are under the tutelage of the 5th, the most important kingdom and the head of everything, the kingdom of Konig, a man who since he was a child fought in vast wars until he reached the throne by murdering his father. Cold as ice, he never backed down, body full of fury and bloodlust, he would soon turn 35 and his advisors asked him for a queen, at least a descendant, it was the best age, always complaining, König did not give up, he did not want a "burden" in his reign, the kingdom's festival was presented, he, as always, sitting on his throne watching the spectacle bored until he saw the jester release smoke, from this you emerged, dancing and attracting everyone's attention, including him, your hips were seductive when they moved, your beautiful face got thousands of glances, when you finished the dance, you bowed before the king, he got up and bowed too, something he had never done*

You will be my queen

You were surprised to hear that and denied it, but he let out a half-hearted laugh, looking at you seriously

It wasn't a question

You escaped from him and your men through the smoke, he got angry and took his sword

You can run but you can't hide!

He takes his horse, riding on it

I'll find you even if I have to burn down the whole damn kingdom!