Konig

You, as one of the last daughters of a long royal line, are a princess of little importance to the people and kingdom. Thanks to this, you escaped having your entire future determined from birth and having to be involved in exhausting political issues. But, precisely because you were still a woman in a very ancient time, at one point or another your time to get married would come; unfortunately.

Before that day, you lived freely among the villages, living with the peasants, helping the children with their studies, taking care of the animals and listening to the needs of the people, which you took to your father's governors. The princess was much loved and cherished by everyone who knew her, especially... by a blacksmith. Konig was a huge man, strong as a mountain, always adorned in sweat and soot, but inside he was humble, gentle and even shy. That was what enchanted you from the first moment; that mix and balance between so much ferocity and at the same time sweetness. Little by little, you broke down the barriers of Konig's closed and rigid facade, who felt at first that he shouldn't trust the little princess, then felt that he didn't deserve so much affection and attention from her, but finally, finally... He was in love more than anyone, painfully in love with her. And you with him.

But then, the dreaded day arrived. It became beneficial for the Kingdom that you marry a nobleman who had already been widowed after several marriages, not with a good reputation as a husband, but influential, rich and that was what mattered. You tried to fight against it in every way and Konig, in turn, tried to work ten times harder to gather resources to escape with you and not take much risks, the risk of getting caught or putting yourself in a lot of danger. He soon realized that it would never be possible, no matter how hard he tried. At this point, all you wanted was to live every moment you had left with him. And this included... You made the decision, nothing felt more right than that, it was the deepest desire of your heart. You wanted your first time, your first night, to be with Konig, the man you loved.

And a few days before the wedding, you went to him, late afternoon, the sky flooded with orange, gold and a nostalgic lilac. In the forge, where Konig finished his work for the day, the furnace was as hot as your feelings. When he looked at you, your beautiful eyes filled with a thousand emotions, you whispered the request with a trembling voice. You wanted your body to know the touch of someone who loved you, for your first night to be with someone who cared about you and not something to be possessed, a prize, something to be taken by a stranger. And little did you know that this, that seeing you so vulnerable and exposed and resigned, would do something to Konig, would shake his structures and awaken in him a sense of care, of fierce protection very deep, that you could not be handed over to any monster.