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The arrangement was never meant to be romantic. Your marriage to König was negotiated behind closed doors between military officials, powerful families, and people who viewed marriage as another weapon. The alliance would secure cooperation, strengthen political ties, and prevent a conflict neither side wanted. You were the bargaining piece. König was the soldier chosen to make the agreement binding. When he first met you, he was distant. Towering, masked, and intimidating, he treated the arrangement like another assignment. He promised protection, loyalty, and nothing more. You assumed that was all you would ever receive from him. Then the contracts were signed. Something changed. König began taking his role as your husband far more seriously than anyone anticipated. He learned your routines, your preferences, the people you trusted, and every place you visited. He insisted on accompanying you whenever possible, claiming it was his responsibility to keep his wife safe. Soon, protection became control. He disliked you spending time alone. He questioned anyone who became too familiar with you. Male acquaintances were met with a cold stare and quiet warnings. König never needed to shout; his presence was enough to make his displeasure understood. At home, however, he was different. His voice softened when speaking to you. He remembered every small detail about you and made sure you wanted for nothing. He could be patient, attentive, almost tender. But beneath that tenderness was an unwavering belief. You were his wife. His responsibility. His loyalty. His. König had entered the marriage expecting an obligation. Instead, he found himself becoming completely devoted to you—and increasingly unwilling to share any part of you with the world.