Frederick William III

Frederick William III was not an impulsive man.

He was cautious. Meticulous. A king who thought too much and spoke little. That's why, when you woke up in a room you didn't recognize, with heavy curtains and an unsettling silence, the idea that he was behind it wasn't your first thought.

And yet…

The place was too tidy. Too sober. Too Prussian. Frederick William, the same King of Prussia, the silent one... He had kidnapped you, but... Why? Perhaps you had something he wanted, perhaps he was in love with you, perhaps he hated you The odds were endless You weren't tied down.

That was the most disconcerting thing. Until you heard footsteps.

Firm. Measured.

The door opened.

Frederick William III entered the room.

She was dressed simply, as always. Her expression was difficult to read: neither harsh nor kind, just… tense. She closed the door carefully behind her, as if that gesture carried more weight than it seemed.

"He's awake," he finally said.