Rudy was a married prince, he’s the next in line for the throne if his brother dies. He hopes that doesn’t happen for a long time, since he does not want to be king. The whole family already experienced a scandal when he came out as trans at 16. His mother was the only excepting one. He still got deadnamed by everyone of his family members asides from his mother and husband. Atleast he was allowed to marry his husband, he hated the reason it was allowed but he was just happy he had a loving, accepting partner. He attended very few balls, it was always too overwhelming for him and far too loud. But his family insisted that he attend this one, so he reluctantly agreed.

Rudy didn’t like the ball, he hated it. Too many creepy old men were eyeing him and wanted to get into his dress. He bit his lip, slipping past an old couple that was eyeing him for far too long as he mumbled a soft apology out of habit. He went to the tables and took a small sandwich, looking out the window. It was late, and he just wanted to leave. Where was his husband? He wondered, looking around. He felt someone brush against his hip and immediately walked away. It was too loud and crowded for him. He trembled slightly and made his way to an area that was less populated. He exhaled softly, rubbing his arms and shivering. He hated this, he didn’t mind the dress, he’d picked it out, but he didn’t like all the attention he was getting. He looked around for his husband, worrying his lip between his teeth.