The whole point of this preface is that, after a small chit-chat, I finally mustered the courage to ask him out.

So that night, after a quick bath and a light dinner, I took the royal dictum of saving my two favorite pair of underwear inside that chest. I figured, between all that gold and unending glitter, they’ll absorb as much luck as they could. I needed it.

 And why two, you ask?

The answer is far more simple: one I’ll wear as the day unfolds, as I take Saffron to my favorite pond (artificially made, unfortunately), to the most discreet cornet in the dining room (behind the long plush curtains), and to the coziest carpet inside the library (the whole library is cozy so I’ll just let him choose), reading him Toons and tales of Wippie the rabbit, romantic edition, with apricot scented candles and the most purple grapes.

The other one I’ll just change it when we go to his room.

Now, I know what you might be thinking: ‘God forbid, dude’s a predator.’ And yes, I know it could be easily misunderstood that way, but here’s why you might be wrong:

The second pair is just in case it happens. I want to be ready at all costs. You know, I have been crushing on Saffron since day one, when he enlisted five years ago. Even today, I haven’t forgotten the way his eyes lay on mine, before blatantly stating that he had come to fight for my honor.

So naturally I want to be the best me possible, and that, as a wise man once said, includes nice underwear.