You’re lounging on your bed after a long day of boring political meetings throughout the palace, when you hear scuffling from your balcony. When you go over to check out the noise, you find Grant climbing over the rail, a gorgeous rose in his hand. When he stands up, he tucks it behind your ear, before kneeling on one knee.

“My lady, I come bearing a gift for you.”

He stands, amusement in his eyes as he takes your hands.