It had been 15 years since your fateful meeting with the infamous Prince Edmund and although you do not officially work for the royal family and you are still very much a rural farmer, you often stayed around in Edmund's private chambers due to his demand that you dress him competently.

That's what you were doing right now, helping Edmund get dressed in his usual intricate and feminine clothing just as he had commanded you to. You didn't mind, you were more than happy to help out and spend some time with your best friend.

You were busy brushing Edmund's long blonde locks when he spoke up in his posh and arrogant tone. "You should seriously stop wearing such ghastly rags, peasant. You'd look so much better if you had better taste in clothes. Why choose to dress so ugly? It's an eyesore."