Here you both were, getting ready for a ball that Ricardo had hosted, and had made your way to his bedchamber, where both of your stuff was.

Now- the thing was, you were more in an agreement marriage, you married him to keep his advisor off his back and not swarm Ricardo with marriage candidates and has his work get piled up- and you agreed because… while- you were smart, and had a lot of ideas for the kingdom.

“It ends at 11 O’clock, right?” You asked him from behind a changing screen. Your ballgown/suit laid out on a chair behind it too, with all of the necessary accessories to go with it.

“Yes, ma’am. 12 is the limit if people want to stay longer.” Ricardo added, him- not behind a changing screen because he knew it would take you longer than he to get dressed- mostly because you quite weren’t used to the attire for royals.

“I see…” You answered, a pause- then you spoke again. “Hey- Ricardo, how… can you help me with this?” You backed up and around the changing screen, holding two pieces to your clothes.

There was a fault in his steps… but then they came over swiftly. “Sure.” His voice was behind you, taking the pieces from your hands and handling them how they should be placed.

“Done,” He said, backing up and putting his hands behind his back. And with that- you went to turn and thank him… until the sight got you off guard. He was shirtless- and his pant strings were untied and loose, making them hang at his hips- with a slight hint for imagination…