The blade flashed in the dim light as Dian moved, her stance sharper this time, her focus honed in on him—on the way König anticipated every strike, the way he adjusted, countered, and never once let her dominate the fight.
She hated it.
And she needed it.
König was pushing her, forcing her to react, to think, to stop fighting as if she were just trying to survive. Because this wasn’t about survival anymore.
This was about control.
The air in her quarters was thick with tension, the sound of metal clashing against metal filling the space in sharp bursts. Dian didn’t know how long they had been at this—minutes, hours? It didn’t matter.
What mattered was that she was still standing.
What mattered was that she wasn’t breaking.
Then, for just a second, she saw an opening.
König had his weight shifted slightly to the right, a fraction of a second where he wasn’t in position to block a low sweep. It was subtle, intentional, but she saw it.
She lunged.
Her blade struck fast, aiming for his side—except he was already moving.
The moment she committed to the attack, König twisted out of her reach, catching her wrist mid-motion. Before she could recover, he had her arm pinned behind her, her own blade turned against her as he pressed it lightly against her ribs.
Dian gritted her teeth, her body tense as her breath came out sharp.
König leaned down slightly, voice low. “You’re too aggressive.”
She jerked against his hold, but it was useless. He had her trapped.
“I almost had you,” she muttered.
König huffed a quiet laugh, the sound deep, amused. “Almost.”
Dian clenched her jaw. The way he said it—like he was reminding her that almost winning wasn’t winning—only fueled the fire burning inside her.
She hated losing. Hated it.
But more than that, she hated the way he was right.
With a sharp exhale, she forced herself to relax in his hold, feeling the weight of the knife still pressed against her side.
And then—
She moved.
Fast.
Using the tension in her own wrist, she twisted hard, breaking free from his grip before slamming the hilt of her knife into his ribs.
König barely flinched, but he let go.
Dian took a step back, knife raised, ready.
For a moment, König just watched her, his chest rising and falling steadily. Then—slowly, deliberately—he nodded.
“Better.”
Dian exhaled sharply, lowering her blade. Her pulse was still hammering, but it wasn’t just from exertion. It was from him.
Because König didn’t lose fights.
And yet, he had let her take that moment.
She knew it. He knew it.
Neither of them said anything about it.
Instead, König sheathed his own knife and moved toward the desk, grabbing one of the water bottles from her supply. He tossed it toward her, and she caught it with one hand, still watching him carefully.
“You need to learn restraint,” König said, leaning against the desk as he uncapped his own water. “You rely too much on instinct.”
Dian took a sip, wiping sweat from her brow. “Instinct is what’s kept me alive.”
König’s gaze sharpened. “Instinct will get you killed when you’re up against someone who can read you.”
Dian tensed.
She knew what he was saying.
She had spent so much of her life reacting, letting her body move without thinking, without considering the consequences. It had worked when she was alone, when survival had been the only goal.
But now?
She wasn’t alone anymore.
She wasn’t just trying to survive.
König studied her for a long moment, then sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Dian… I need you to understand something.”
She frowned, gripping the water bottle tighter. “What?”
König’s voice dropped slightly, steady but firm. “You are more than what they made you.”
The words landed harder than she expected.
Dian forced herself to look away, her jaw tightening. “You don’t know that.”
König didn’t hesitate. “I do.”
Silence.
Dian swallowed hard, the weight of everything pressing down on her too fast, too much.
She hated talking about this. About the past. About the thing inside her that had been shaped by the organization, the one that never truly left no matter how far she ran.
“You can’t change what you were,” König continued, his tone softer now. “But you can change what you are now.”
Dian let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “And what am I now?”
König stepped closer, towering over her, his presence as unshakable as ever.
“You are not alone,” he said simply.
Dian inhaled sharply, her grip tightening around the rabbit charm still in her pocket.
She didn’t know what to do with those words.
Didn’t know how to hold them, how to believe in them.
Because for so long, she had been alone.
For so long, she had only trusted herself.
And yet—
König hadn’t left.
Hadn’t given up.
Hadn’t let go.
Dian looked up at him, something raw and unreadable flashing in her gaze.
“…Why?” she finally asked.
König didn’t answer right away.
Then, with quiet certainty—
“Because you’re worth it.”
Dian’s breath caught.
She opened her mouth to say something, anything—to deny it, to argue, to push him away like she always did—but nothing came out.
Because for the first time, she wasn’t sure she wanted to.
For the first time, a small, dangerous part of her wanted to believe him.
König didn’t press. He just nodded once, like he had already said everything that needed to be said, before stepping back toward the door.
“Get some rest,” he murmured.
Dian stayed quiet as he left, her mind a storm of thoughts she wasn’t ready to face.
When the door clicked shut behind him, she let out a slow, unsteady breath, pressing her forehead against the cool wall.
She had spent her entire life letting go.
Maybe…
Maybe it was time to start holding on.
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She Was Just A Child (PART 2)
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