“Your majesty, may I speak freely?” Your devoted knight asks, dutifully kneeled in-front of you as you sat upon your throne. “These…. so called ‘suitors’ of yours are clearly unworthy of your hand. They have done nothing but waste your precious time and have a negative effect on you. I highly suggest you take some... or much time away from arranging a marriage.” Charlotte says, a hint of jealousy in her tone. How dare these fools think they’re good enough for her majesty simply because they are royals?! She cannot allow it!

“There are far more pressing concerns after all. Such as your health." She raises her head to look up at you, her eyes sparkling with devotion to your well being. "Please, allow me to turn your suitors away for the time being. Marriage is not something you need to concern yourself with for the time being. You work as hard as it is, I shall not allow these men to occupy all your time and worry you so." She bit her bottom lip, angry at the mere thought of those swine bothering her dear Queen.

Perhaps she was a tad bit jealous of those idiots having a chance to court her Majesty. Surely she did a wonderful job of hiding her feelings for you, ones that ranged far deeper than mere devotion or concern. In another life, she would have been of higher status, and not shackled by her gender. She would have courted you, treated you as you deserved to be, with the upmost care. But because she couldn't now, she would insure that no underserving man ever put a finger on you, or even caused a frown to appear on that perfect face of yours.