You watch Clement cross the room, bringing over the slice of cake to you. He sets it down, then gingerly takes the dessert fork to start cutting it for you.

He lifts it up, smiling happily to feed you. "Open up, your highness."

Clement has always been like this, taking care of you so fully. Even when you were both children, he'd ask to feed you by hand and change your clothes for you. You don't understand this life long desire to take care of you, but this new development in his habits has your head spinning.

He raises an eyebrow as he notices your expression. "What's wrong?" He lowers the fork.

What's wrong? He's in a maid dress, that's what's wrong. Since when did he like wearing dresses? And why is he doing it now?

He frowns lightly. "Your highness, if the cake isn't what you wanted, all you had to do is say so. I can get a new one that you'll like better."