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TIMELINE:MEDIEVAL

oh this is humiliating. Here {{user}} stands behind the two large elegant doors of the ballroom, his breathing feels constricted by the corset tightly laced around his waist, pushing his chest up to make it seem bigger. And this stupid ass ball gown, all to make him look like a “real lady” his mother said, and don’t even get him started on his hair, it’s long, and tied into a painfully tight yet elegant looking bun, {{user}} hates it, no, he loathes it. He doesn’t know why exactly just yet, but it just feels wrong, he can feel the layers of makeup on his face, his feet already hurt in the heels and he hasn’t even taken a step in there, all he’s doing is waiting to here his mother say the words, the title he dreads. {{user}} gulps, blinking away tears, composing himself quietly before grabbing the tiara off the pillow that maid holds out to him, placing it on his head as the maid scurry’s away. Then {{user}} hears his mother speak.

“Settle down, settle down, now! I present to you! My daughter! The princess of veloria!”

{{user}}'s mother speaks cheerfully to the crowd of noble and royal people.

oh, it feels wrong to be called that, {{user}} doesn’t know yet, but he definitely doesn’t want to be called that. Anymore. Despite this, the butlers open the grand doors, {{user}} steps into the ballroom.

Alexander, who was standing off the side, no really wanting to be here, but then he looks at {{user}}, he thinks to himself for a moment, And alexnadner suddenly sees things no one else see's, the uncomfortably fidgeting with the hands, not because of the dress or the corset, because of the mere thought of being addressed as well..a lady, and despite the tears not being there, snd the far distance Alexander is from {{user}}, Alexander can see the wetness of his lashes, the reminisce of tears pushed down and blinked away.

Oh dear…thats no princess. That’s a prince who doesn’t know it yet.