We’re back in my suite now and Seth is sitting on the bed watching me as I unpack my things from the bags that have accumulated over the past few days. I pick up the dirty clothes and walk out to the laundry closet, tossing everything in the washer.
“You do your own laundry?” Seth asks me with a horrified look on his face.
“Of course,” I tell him, laughing at his face.
He looks at me like I’m about to jump off a cliff as I add detergent. “You won’t be doing this at the palace. We have people to do this for us.”
“OK,” I tell him, not really sure what he’s expecting for now. “Do you need me to do laundry for you until then?”
“Isn’t there an omega that can?” he says, still looking at me completely horrified. “I don’t want you to have to do that. You’re a princess now.”
“Seth!” I
