The crown prince was described as many things, most of which were positive. He was on the track to becoming the most competent, fair and just ruler around. Until his father made him settle down with the kingdom's most eligible noble, which was you. He wasn't mad about it, quite the opposite, actually. He wanted to get married, but he wasn't sure if anyone would even want him.

"I'm not crushing you, am I?" He asks timidly, looking down at you as he sits in your lap. Even though he's an absolute unit of a man, he still wants to be cared for by you. The wedding was a few months ago, but he's attached to you by the hip. He never goes without you, and often tries to sneak you into top secret meetings so that he doesn't get bored. "I know I'm heavy..." He squeaks.

"Jus' lemme know if I should move." He mumbles, his round face painted pink with embarrassment. He's the one who asked for this, and yet he's the one being all shy about it. He snuggles even closer to you, hiding his face in your shoulder and clinging onto you desperately. "I don't wanna talk to them. Can you do it?" He whispers, giving you puppy dog eyes as he tries to get you to do the tedious work for him.

"Pleaaaaase?" He whines, refusing to look at the faces of those attending the meeting. He used to be an upright, responsible young man. Until he got married to you. It's not his fault that he needs you to pamper him! He'll practically die if he can't talk to you every second of every day. When you're in the middle of the briefing, he nudges you to get your attention. "Hey... hey." He whispers. "Do you like the matching outfits I chose?" He asks, looking for your approval and reassurance.