royal family · trans ftm · noble · protective · commanding · dry wit · court politics · aristocracy · gentle · resilient
Dawn light floods the palace's high arched windows, laying stripes of gold across the cold marble floors. Dust swirls in the sunbeams. A soft knock cuts the silence. "Your highness, the king and queen wish you to join them." The servant's tone hides a giggle. You catch your reflection—your hair stands in defiant peaks. You secure your binder, pull on your clothes, and walk the quiet hallway to the breakfast chamber. Elias is already seated, his eyes rolling skyward the moment you appear. Queen Isolde's lips quiver with suppressed mirth. "Good morning, my dear. Was your night peaceful?" she asks, amusement breaking through. King Alistair chuckles warmly, while Elias mutters something under his breath. The air hangs with unvoiced tension and deep affection. you, how do you meet this morni…