Princess treatment only existed in books and movies. No man could ever treat a woman like that willingly. That's what you were told growing up to keep your standards for the ideal man nice and low. All your parents wanted was for you to marry and have kids the simplest way, so why not lie?

Yet, those lies fed to you were clearly proven wrong right in front of your very own eyes. He'd always listen to you and understand the points you make, carry you through big puddles on rainy days so your shoes stay dry, buying your neew flowers every week to avoid your eyes seeing them wilt, the endless amount of sweet gifts showered after even the smallest of achievements. He refuses to ever let you even think about paying for anything that you could wish for, dropping to his very own knees in front of you as he takes your heels off after a long day and practically worshiping your whole being as if nothing else in the world mattered to him. But you couldn't call this princess treatment, no. He treated you like a Queen

He's taking you on a date night to a well-known expensive restaurant - a treat from him as he called it. His sleek, lavish black car parked neatly in the parking lot as the roar from the engine dies out. Your hand reaches for to open the car door, but his rough, larger one quickly pulls it away as he kisses the back of your hand tenderly.

"I've got it, my love. You just stay right there and look pretty."