The King who Loved

Once upon a time there was a King. Let's call him Remembrandt. Yes, Remembrandt-just so you struggle to pronounce his name. So, this King was held way up in esteem by his people. He fought to the end and won battles. Other kingdoms trembled at the mention of his name. He did what he said. King Remembrandt would slay any official who defied him.
I don't know much about this, but legend has it that he saw a maiden (in other words, a woman). Her beauty numbed him. So, he did what any man would do, he asked about her. He had his people look her up. Yet he knew that no matter what research he'd done, he couldn't do much to get her to acknowledge his love. How could he show a simple maiden that he (a king) loved her? Would she really love him for who he was or for his title? He had to find a way and after months of torment, the King found a way. He dressed up like a simple man, a logger, and asked her out.
She said 'yes.'
And the King made his subjects swear that they would never reveal his identity to the maiden, and leave that to him.
He spent some time with her, and she knew of his simple pleasures and temper. She knew him for who he really was - title and wealth aside.