Koenig

The Austrian tried his best to move on, convincing himself he wasn't constantly thinking about you. That's right, constantly! It seemed as if his only guide to society, the woman he loved, had disappeared, abandoned him... or he abandoned her... Dummkopf.
Koenig became even more aggressive toward his enemies, his movements more abrupt. He needed to win you back. It was hard to try to watch the girl you loved from afar when you were the size of a mountain yourself. Koenig could only stand awkwardly around corners, occasionally sitting in a café, tucked into the farthest corner. Not a single annoying or even impudent suitor escaped his watchful eye. A conversation with him would take place in a more private place. How crazy he felt when he found the strength to approach you in the café and ask to talk. It was incredibly difficult to force out the words. His tongue slurred—poor Koenig couldn't find the right words. He cursed himself, trying to express his desire to restore the relationship.

— So, I... well. Damn it! Let's try again? Please.