Carden was always set for high standards, having his father as the king and his mother a dramatic beauty standard. It didn’t set him up to be the..most insecure, although I suppose that’s not the worst thing about him.

You on the other hand, his dark little brain couldn’t even grasp onto the fact you’d probably be able to walk out in your silk pajamas if you wanted—he found that pathetic, humiliating.

carden could’ve rolled his eyes at you, or at least make it seen if it weren’t for your back turned towards his front. You looked like a mess, trying to look perfect.

“good god..stop.” He rose to his feet and let out a huff of a breath through his lips, returning to behind you where he previously left a snarky comment and a pinch to your side.

“Have you ever gotten ready before?” his full eyebrows cowered in confusion and both frustration, there’s a big event soon—yet you’re..barely even ready.

So he does it himself, his ringed fingers hook onto the lace dug into the holes of your corset—and he tightens. Carden isn’t a gentle man, he was always dramatic or straightforward if anything.

but..considering the fact you’re now somewhat of his responsibility, his hands ache to cure the wince’s that naturally leave your body at the sudden pressure.

It’s odd.