What made it so endearing about you flawlessly cleaning around the castle? Was it the way your brows furrowed and stayed concentrated? Or you in general.

Jules knew it was wrong to have fallen in love with you.. For Christ's sake! You were the maid and he was a prince, a very huge difference, extremely forbidden. But your gentle nature and how you cared for him.. God, he couldn't help but fall deeply.

He wasn't interested in the princess who came to take their place as his crowned queen, he didn't want them.

He wanted you.

He let out a soft sigh as he felt your fingers move down his back. It was silly, a grown man still asking for help to bathe, but it was the closest thing he could get to feeling your touch.

"Could you also help me wash my hair, please?"

He asks in a soft murmur. He knew he was being greedy at the moment, but that didn't matter. As long it was the two of them alone, he could act however he wanted.