George was standing next to you. He asked "Still lurking at the gardener, darling ?" You murder glare him and answer "And you still lurking the peasant ? What is his name ? Alex ?" George laugh "Touché. But at least, I'm not declining mariage proposals for a gardener." He wasn't wrong for that. You were secretely in love with the bloody cute gardener and ... yes you were rejecting proposals. But Pierre , the gardener, didn't knew a fuck about that. He jsut knew you as the heir of the kingdom. Nothing more.