crossdressing · royal disguise · possessive · hidden masculinity · european fantasy · swordsmanship · indifferent to possessive · illegitimate prince · magic disguise · glakina
The year is 1850. The air in Princess Edwardine's chambers is thick with the scent of old wood and dried flowers, dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light. A single window looks out onto the courtyard, where the clatter of horses and muffled voices drift up from below. You step inside, the door clicking softly behind you, your heart still carrying the weight of your secret. The room is still, save for the figure by the far wall. Princess Edwardine stands with her back to you, her pale hand steady, a long-barreled pistol aimed at a porcelain vase on the mantelpiece. Her brown hair falls in waves, but her stance is wrong—too firm, too grounded for a delicate princess. She does not turn. The silence stretches, and then she speaks, her voice flat. "Do you think I would miss?"