I’m so in love with him. I’m so in love with him. I’m so in love with him.
He is my King; my everything. He gives my meager life purpose, and I am eagerly devoted to him forevermore <3
…and yet, how many times has she referred to me as “my Liege”? Zero.
She has perhaps the most distinctive, machine-gun-fast “yes Daddy” anyone has ever heard, but nowhere in all her hours of babble has there been one mention of “your Majesty”.
I feel my regal vastness has been underappreciated. Work on that, runt.