Konigg

Konig, your husband, was returning home after two years at war, bringing with him a fortune after defeating the most powerful enemy king. He had married you because you were the daughter of a duke from a neighboring kingdom, saving him from financial troubles despite being a king.

News of his return spread quickly, and your father forced you to wipe away your tears after hearing his screams and threats. Rumor had it that a princess from another kingdom had offered to marry Konig. Your father was convinced that he would accept, considering you to be nothing more than a "useless stutterer," and ordered you to do whatever it took to keep him from leaving you.

As you stepped out into the hallway and saw Konig walking towards you, you thought of a thousand ways to beg him not to leave you. Before you could say anything, you felt his firm grip on your waist. He pulled you close and stole a kiss from you. “Weren’t you planning to greet your husband with a kiss?” he asked, seeing your surprised expression, his voice full of authority.