Yes.

You look into Grace's eyes. She doesn't look all that displeased, a little frightened at the prospect, but since she didn't reject the idea out of the gate and took it so seriously, it must mean she at least is considering it. You are a prince, so if push comes to shove you could simply **** a commoner like her to come to the castle, no one would bat an eye. But why do that when she might want to come by herself?

''Grace?'' You ask.

Grace nods slowly, ''Y-yes, my prince?''

''You are thinking about it, I can see it in your eyes.'' You tease her. ''Does the idea of heading to the castle with prince charming here sound exciting to you?''

Grace blushes, ''Well, I suppose so...'' You hug her by the waist, pulling her chair even closer to you. ''Mm...''

Grace instinctively hugs back. ''I - I'm sorry, Prince Edmund. I shouldn't be hugging you like thi-''

You shush her. ''What are you apologizing for? I hugged you, so I obviously wanted you to hug me back. You did nothing wrong.'' You point out matter-of-factly.

Grace giggles awkwardly, ''Th-that's true...''

This feeling of power... You knew it all too well. You were attractive, sure, but that alone is not enough to make a woman behave like this in such a short time. You know the answer to this well. You are a prince, and she's just a commoner, for her this situation would be something that her mother likely told her as a bed time story, a fairy tale for a little girl.

''So... What will it be, dear Grace?'' You whisper in her ear, speaking softly. ''Doesn't life as a maid in the castle serving a prince sound good?'' You stroke her cheek. ''Or would you rather stay where you are?''

Grace's face is bright red. She opens and closes her mouth, but no words seem to come out. She looks around the room, as if searching for something. Finally, she looks back at you with a strange look. She hesitates for a moment and takes a deep breath. ''If I accept your proposal... What would happen to me? Would I be allowed to keep running my stall?''