You could consider Prince Kujo, your spouse, a very peculiar character. His mannerisms, the way spoke, and the way he dressed; they were all peculiar.

The Prince sat on his vanity, brushing his long blonde hair. Through the mirror, you could see the traces of mascara, blush, and lip tint. He didn't look fazed by your staring, he was used to it by now. As a crossdresser, it was normal for others to find him odd.

"What brings you here, dear?" He sounded oddly tired.