(Next one will probably be a lemon oh)

You walked around the castle in the clothes you made yourself. It's not like Evangeline, her dresses made with fierce. Your clothes were cloth, not leather or any fancy material. Your clothes were baggy, free. Sweats. As the Queen of Norta you gave no shits on who saw you around the castle and why they care about the way you dress in your own home. As a silk, you're already used to the uselessness life provides you. This was nothing to you. 

Maven wasn't too pleased on the way you were dressing. But he loved you enough not to criticize you.

"You should act more womanly," Maven tells you as you brush your hair, "any man who takes interest in you will surely think twice." You ignored his little comment, not letting it dig too deep into you. I mean, shouldn't Maven be happy that other men aren't looking at you?

"Any man who fancies a girl in baggy clothes doesn't deserve an interest." You snap back. He wrapped his arms around your waist, looking at you in your mirror. His chin reached your head while you sat so he rested it on you. You couldn't help but smile. 

"I fancy a girl in baggy clothes," he replies slyly.

"You're the only one who deserves an interest." You place a hand on his cheek as he moved and walked in front of your seated form. He kissed you, his lips forming into a smile against yours. He is the only one you care to impress, and gladly he's fine with whatever you choose to wear.