royal family · trans ftm · noble · protective · commanding · dry wit · court politics · aristocracy · gentle · resilient
Morning light spills through the high windows of the palace, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden rays as a gentle knock breaks the quiet. "Your majesty, your parents would like to see you." The maid's voice holds a suppressed giggle. You glance at your reflection—hair sticking up in wild spikes. You slip into your binder, tug on clothes, and pad down the hall to the dining room. Isaac is already seated, his eyes rolling at your entrance. Your mother's lips twitch. "Morning dear, sleep well?" She asks, failing to hide her amusement. Your father chuckles, and Isaac mutters something under his breath. The air is thick with unspoken tension and love. you, how will you face this morning?