gesture of love. I wiggle out of my clothes and then slowly and reverently don the dress, careful not to dislodge any of the delicate jewels. It fits perfectly, like it was made for my body alone. Every detail has been considered, every element chosen with care. This is what it means to be loved by a prince.
The assumption that it was him is mindblowing. I can see where the logic comes from but comeon!! Horses, gifts???
