Mikhailis opened the door to the grand hall, the sound of hinges echoing softly through the spacious room. There, he stood, a sight that seemed almost comical: an apron tied around his waist, boldly displaying the words "Househusband," and in his hand, a large sign that read, Welcome back home, wifey. He didn't remember packing the apron or even the sign when he came to this world, but somehow, it had found its way into his belongings. He liked to think it was for this exact moment, all perfectly planned by fate.
"W-What are you doing...?" Elowen stammered, her brows raising slightly in confusion. Her eyes widened at the sight of Mikhailis—the eccentric prince in full display of his antics, yet again.
Mikhailis, smiling broadly, adjusted the apron and said with all the mock seriousness he could muster.
