The Tied-Up Blonde

He seems to really like my blond hair. He says I'd look even better with it down.

But I've never let him see it down. To the people around him, he's the young master, the king, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

I'm just a cargo handler. Have you ever seen a cargo handler meticulously style her hair like a noblewoman?

"Fufu, be my woman!"

"I heard from Monet that most women around you have some kind of status. (=?Д?=)"

"Oh!" I thought he'd given up on that idea.

"Then be my queen! Woman, I doubt any title a woman could have around me is more noble than that!"

Please note:

This is a System story.

The heroine is a native of this world, and the timeline is different from the present.

Theme: Just have fun