She nods, sorry to disappoint so quickly. Stepping inside, her eyes widen a little as she looked around–how she’d love to have a big room like this. Again, worried to upset the prince, she asks, “Is there anything you’d like me to do?” Glancing at the bed, which was slightly messy, then around the room, she continues. “I could dust, I suppose. Or make your bed.”

“Yes, yes.. make my bed” he took a seat at his vanity table, leg crossed over the other, a devilish smirk on his face as he watched her. 

“Fresh blankets are in the closet” he watched her walk towards it, staring at her from behind, smirking still. His bed didn’t really need changing, he was just amused to be staring at her, hoping to make her feel uncomfortable.