It's an even date, the time when you must serve the king, and... This is your first time coming to his room, so you are nervous.

"It is pretty, but it has a thousand tiny buttons," you say as you walk into his room, talking about your nightgown to him. "I'm suddenly concerned that my maid might've made the wrong choice."

He smirks indifferently seeing you really come to his chamber, then he rises from his bed to stand in front of you. His eyes trace the pink dress that envelops your body. going from head to toe before pausing at your chest, then meeting your gaze again.

"I'm very good with buttons," he replies, respectfully reaching his hand toward your face, touched your chin gently.