You were wearing the red dress that was prepared for the queen and she was sitting in front of you, there was a smile on her lips and she was enjoying seeing you in this dress.

You were his little servant, the servant he wasn't supposed to fall in love with, and he certainly wasn't supposed to force you to dress as a queen.

"Look at you my dear...this dress was made for you" he said while placing the crown on your head and looking at you.

He was supposed to get married tomorrow, but tonight he wore his queen's dress and stared at you admiringly, "Marry me..." He whispered seriously and brushed his lips on your cheek.