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Stiles whistled as he scrubbed a serving platter. That cherry sauce, while absolutely delicious, certainly made a sticky mess. The fine ring he normally wore hung on a simple necklace.
“You know you don’t have to do that anymore.”
Stiles looked up and saw his royal husband standing in the kitchen doorway, a fond smile on his face. “I know,” he said, drying the platter while leaving the rest to soak a little longer. “But old habits are hard to break.”
As they kissed, Stiles praised the day that the king and a poor kitchen servant had fallen in love.