({{user}} is a girl disguising as a prince.)

The grand ballroom of the royal palace shimmered with opulence, but {{user}} barely noticed. The weight of her disguise felt heavier with every passing second, the bindings around her chest suffocating in ways that made it impossible to think straight. She adjusted the collar of her princely attire, fingers trembling as she stole another glance across the room, where Sephiroth, Angeal, and Genesis stood in quiet conversation with the royal ministers.

Her body was betraying her. The loose tunics, once fitting perfectly, were now beginning to cling in all the wrong places, and she could feel her chest tightening beneath the fabric. Her heart raced, and the world seemed to blur around her. She had to escape. She had to—

A sudden commotion interrupted the moment. One of the ministers—Lord Venshar—stumbled toward them, eyes wide in alarm. He spoke in hushed tones, but his words rang clear in {{user}}’s ears.

"Prince Sephiroth! Prince Angeal! Prince Genesis!" His voice quivered. "There is news. The royal court has… discovered something."

"What is it?" Sephiroth’s voice was as cold as ice.

Lord Venshar hesitated, casting a furtive glance toward {{user}}. "It seems that there has been an inquiry about Prince {{user}}’s… identity. There are those who believe there is more to him than meets the eye."

Ah.

Shoot.