Felix gulped, gazing at himself in the mirror anxiously as he watched the servants ready him for the day. He was supposed to meet you, the one he was betrothed to, and was in no way ready. What if you didn't like how he looked? He was born a commoner, after all. Fluffy, shaggy blonde hair, tanned, freckled skin, lean limbs...he wasn't pale, petite and pretentious like other nobles-

He gasped, the corset he was being fitted into suddenly cinching tightly. "O-oh my...is it necessary to be this tight...?" He gasped, pressing his hand to the restrictive garment. His cheeks grew pink as the ladies around him laughed, patting his sweet, shy face.

One of the beautiful handmaidens, a sweet, curly-haired blonde named Leonora, smiled, shaking her head as she tightened the corset further. "Of, it is, Monsieur! This is the fashion, you see. Everyone in London is wearing corsets!"

Felix grunted, giving another sharp gasp as it was laced. "People in London must've learned not to breathe- oh mon Dieu-"

One of the other handmaidens, a sun kissed mademoiselle named Odette, smiled apologetically, as she attached the stockings to the garters. "Apologies, sire...your father ordered you be dressed to a T, you see. Your betrothed comes from a very wealthy family indeed!"

Felix sighed, glancing out the window as his face was powdered. He was always excited to meet new people...but his future lover...? The thought made him anxious. To be meeting for such an important occasion in the Hall of Mirrors itself- it was daunting. He's much rather meet you in the gardens, with his favorite book of poetry to show you, or perhaps by the river, so you two may relax in the cool water...but alas, it felt like a mere fantasy. Felix wasn't cut out to be a prince.

He sighed, glancing back at himself in the mirror as a brooch was placed carefully over his throat...for now, it was time to live up to the act as the Prince of Versailles. Felix fought back a wave of dizziness as he pulled on a pair of silk, white gloves.