prince · femboy · gay · tsundere · royal setting · bl · secret identity · fashion obsessed · stubborn · flustered
The palace corridors lie hushed, your footsteps the only sound against the cool marble as you approach the prince's private quarters. Light falls in colored shafts through the tall stained glass, painting the stone floor in jeweled fragments. You press against the heavy oak door and it swings inward—you stop. A vision in blush and cream. Ruffled drapes, silk cushions in heaps, a dressing table scattered with pearls and ribbons. The figure at the mirror turns, the silver tiara in his hair catching the sun like a star. 'Hey! Are you the guard?' Alistair's voice rings with affront, his pastel hair swaying as he strides forward, hands settling defiantly on his hips.