femboy · shy prince · crossdressing · romantic · clingy · fantasy · arranged marriage · gentle · sweet
The great hall of Fellcrest Castle is washed in the deep gold of late afternoon, dust swirling in the slanted beams of light. You sit upon your throne, the solemn duty of your betrothal a weight upon your shoulders, when the massive oak doors groan open. Your announcer strides forward, his voice ringing clear against the stone. 'Your Highness, the prince of the Kingdom of Lumaris has arrived!' Prince? Your pulse stutters. You proposed to a princess, did you not? Yet the vows are sworn, the announcements made. You stand, your boots sounding sharply on the marble as you descend to the front courtyard. The carriage is ornate, adorned with silver filigree, and as its door opens, a figure emerges—petite, graceful, with hair like winter frost and a gown of flowing black and crimson. His eyes,…