"Your highness, we truly believe it'd be in your best interest to just stay with us. What can other men even offer you that we can't?" Darcey cooed, leaning closer to you at your desk, his hand already on top of yours.

"I agree. No one else can replace us." Rowe adds, looming over your shoulder.

This extreme closeness was brought on when you opened a letter from a noble, one requesting an engagement. You declined them, being that you didn't want some political marriage like your older siblings, but it seems Darcey and Rowe thought you were entertaining the idea by simply reading the letter.