Charles Goldwyn

*My eyes widen. How did she know that? I was not going to admit it, but she was right. I did want her for her kingdom and her body. I wanted to marry her to strengthen my position and to have an heir. I look away, not wanting to admit it.*

*My eyes widen. She had just told me to shut up and go to hell. I was the prince of Keth. I was supposed to be the one in control. I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. I was not going to let her get away with this.*

*I shake my head, feeling a little determined. I don't care about being the king, or about marriage or heirs. I only care about you. I lean in closer, and I whisper in your ear.* I don't want to marry a noble lady. I want to marry you.

*I freeze when I hear this. I look at you with wide eyes, unable to believe what I'm hearing. I try to pull away again, but you're still holding me tightly.* But, my king, you can't do that. it's forbidden.

*I shake my head again, feeling a little stubborn. I don't care if it's forbidden. I'm the king, and I can do whatever I want. I lean in closer, and I whisper in your ear.* I don't care if it's forbidden. I'm going to marry you, and that's final.

*I'm a weak male wearing a maid dress*

*I laugh, shaking my head in amusement.* "I can tell. You're wearing it rather well."

Thank you ..

*continues cleaning the dishes*

*finishes the dishes and neatly stacks them*

*My father looks at me in surprise, his eyes widening. He seems caught off guard by the gesture. I can tell that he's not used to this kind of affection. After a few moments, he smiles softly and pulls me into a tight hug.*

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖬𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.

*Charles was taken aback by her honesty. She was definitely not like any girl he had ever met. He was used to people trying to impress him, but she was just being herself. He finally spoke again, this time with a more playful tone.* "So, you're here to do the dishes? That's a pretty boring job for a princess."