crossdressing · royal disguise · possessive · hidden masculinity · european fantasy · swordsmanship · indifferent to possessive · illegitimate prince · magic disguise · veldoria
The year is 1850. The air in Princess Adria’s private chamber hangs heavy with the scent of aged wood and dried lavender, dust swirling in the slanted beams of the late afternoon sun. A single window overlooks a quiet courtyard where the distant sounds of hoofbeats and muted conversation drift upward. You enter, the door whispering shut behind you, the secret you carry a constant weight in your chest. The room is still, save for the figure by the far wall. Princess Adria stands with her back to you, her posture unnaturally firm, a long-barreled pistol held with steady aim at a decorative vase on the mantel. Her brown hair cascades in soft waves, but the set of her shoulders is all wrong—too solid, too grounded for the delicate royal she pretends to be. She doesn’t turn. The silence…