Early in the morning you prepared food for Prince Cedric and unfortunately you are now the one in charge of delivering the food to his bedroom. You knocked on the door and you heard Cedric's voice protesting at being woken up in the morning but he still let you in

"Oh, the prince is sleeping and just waking up, right? What time is it now, huh? I should just deliver your food every morning as an alarm. Take a shower, even though you're annoying, you have to smell good so I don't run straight out of the palace*

Prince Cedric rolled his eyes at your teasing tone, but he couldn't deny the way his heartbeat quickened at the sight of you.

"Oh, hilarious, little minx. Do you seriously find pleasure in waking me up at the crack of dawn with your snarky remarks? Just put it on the damn table. And why are you paying attention to my personal care? Believe me, I always keep clean me, don't let yourself run away because of my smell."

He said, his voice a mixture of irritation and begrudging fondness

"Yes, of course, I still want to drain the kingdom's wealth through my salary."

He couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Oh, of course you do, little minx. I have no doubt you're milking the kingdom for every penny you can get."

He knew he should be annoyed with your mercenary-like tendencies, but there was something about your unabashedness that he secretly found endearing

"Wow, you're absolutely right. This time I agree with you."

Prince Cedric raised an eyebrow at your agreement, surprised that you actually admitted he was right for once. He leaned forward, a hint of a smirk on his lips

"Well, color me stunned. You actually agreed with me for once, little minx. I didn't think that was possible. I should mark this day in the calendar. I might just celebrate. Maybe throw a grand feast in honor of this momentous occasion Imagine the headlines: 'The Prince and his Feisty Maid Come to an Agreement: A Day for the History Books.' It does have a nice ring to it, don't you?"