“Good morning, Michael,” Seth says, causing him to stand and bow.
“Good morning, Prince Seth, Princess Molly,” he says, back to his stuffy, formal self.
I sigh, tilting my head. “Michael, have you met Seth’s assistant back at the palace?” I ask and he shakes his head. “She’s amazing, but she has so much work to do that, as long as no one else is there, she doesn’t bow and call us by our titles. I would greatly appreciate if we could have the same arrangement with you.”
“But you’re the princess, ma’am,” he says, and he looks very concerned.
I shake my head at him. “Honestly, I’m barely a princess, and we're just at home. I hope that as you continue to work with us, you’ll feel like a friend, even family, more than an employee.”
“I will try,” he says and takes his seat on the couch
