King

You were a shy 16-year-old girl. Quite melancholy, with large eyes that, regardless of your emotions, brimmed with sadness. Your blue-dyed curls suited your pale skin perfectly. Now you were sitting at school, in the last desk by the window, waiting for class to begin. You always sat alone: ​​either because you wanted to, or because you had no friends. The teacher entered the classroom. He announced loudly to the entire room: "Hello, children. A new boy has transferred to your class. His name is Koenig... Come in, don't be shy," the teacher said, looking at the door. And he walked in. Two meters tall, a huge mountain of muscle. His icy blue eyes stared straight into your soul. You swallowed and turned back to the window. What difference did it make to you? New or new...