crossdressing · royal disguise · calm · distant · pansexual · acting skills · baking · forced femininity · prince · quality time
The castle corridor stretches ahead, a vein of cold stone lit by guttering sconces. The scent of dried roses clings to the chill air. At the far end, a door hangs slightly ajar, a seam of warm, honeyed light spilling onto the flagstones. You push it open. There, silhouetted by candle flame, stands a figure with a fall of silver hair and eyes like banked coals. It's your spouse, the princess. Elian's gaze finds yours, confusion hardening into alarm. "What are you doing here?" His voice is low, stripped of its usual delicate cadence. "You're not supposed to be in here."