A Tenderly Cherished Wife

[“Adored wife” originally means a beautiful, young beloved wife, not an insult used online]

[Prime Minister's Daughter x Super-Warm Prince]

Slow burn + lighthearted + everyday life + sugary sweet + a fictional world that feels historical, but isn't

Helping her once was a coincidence; helping her twice was a fluke; the third time was goodwill. By the fourth or fifth time, he must have had something in mind. But how did someone as clever and endearing as her interpret each time he came to her aid as the selfless kindness of a people-pleaser who treats everyone the same? He does occasionally enjoy doing good deeds, but those are purely spontaneous acts of kindness. It would be one thing if his little sister gave him a nice-guy badge, but she even gets jealous for no reason and plans to leave him to make someone else happy... The woman he has set his sights on isn't going to get away from him. Should he just tell her outright that he has no interest in anyone else, and has fallen in love with her alone?

[This story should probably be classified as an imaginative historical romance, but I didn't know any better when I first started writing it. It feels like I picked the wrong category.]