Queen [Sarawat×Tine]

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Tine sat with wide eyes, staring at how his make up got done by the woman who was literally the best in Thailand. The woman took precise measurements, then smiled a little as she did whatever she was doing on his face.

"It's tough, huh?" The woman sighed, rubbing off a little minor error with the make up remover, making Tine squeeze an eyes shut at the cold temperature it had.

"What do you mean?" Tine questioned, not realizing until the woman ran a blush dabbed brush across his cheek. He stayed quite, staring off somewhere as he thought about it.

He'd been getting Mr. Yang teaching him to alter his voice, while his mom made him behave like a lady inside the palace grounds. The whole of the castle had people who would have to keep the secrets the royalties had.

It was bound to be sickening to some point, to the average human. He ran a finger down his chest from his colar bone, liking how the dress felt against his skin.

"Well, I don't know."

And he really did not.

"It's not the first time this has happened in our royal history." The woman said casually. Way too casually. Tine looked up, not really processing the words, or not wanting to.

"What...?"

"How do you think Princess Tu escaped, or even got the idea?"

"She must've been planning a lot." The response made the artist laugh, a little blush hitting her forehead. Too ridiculous, thought Tine, and too naive, thought the woman, swiping the pink across his other cheek.

"No, let me tell you a story, Sir." Tine looked at her through the mirror, then nodded. Her expression went to serious in an alarming few seconds, it scared Tine a little. Or alarmed him.

Expression joke.

Haha-

Not the time.

"It was 1586, the crown Prince of here, Prince Namart, was paired to Princess of Ko Tao, Princess Phaibun. He was the fire of this palace before that news hit his ears and life got... hard." She stared at the high ceilings for a while, then put the brush down, picking up the eyeshadow next.

"Anyway, his sister, Princess Kanya, helped him escape. What Kanya didn't know was that she was going to have to pretend to be him. For an year, the marriage was held off and once she was ready, they wedded." Swiping a perfect wing with a eyeliner, she started blending it up with the eyeshadow, a little in thought.

"Naturally, Princess Phaibun was not pleased with what happened that night. About Prince Namart, he was never ever heard from again." The lady now squeezed Tine's cheeks tight, making the poor boy look like a goldfish, before muttering, "Too little highlights."

"So...any ideas regarding what happened to the Prince?" Tine asked, a little curiouser than when the story started. The lady smiled, "well, he was said to have lived with a wood cutter deep in the forests in a hut. People say it isn't far from the palace, but it's never been found. However, it has been speculated that he fancied the wood cutter."

Huh.

"But most probably not true, since he, by what the legend said, was killed off with the other man by a mafia around the early 1610s for sleeping with his girlfriend or something."

"I see."

"Well, people know this much because of  story tellers, and most of it is tailored, but you believe me when I tell you he lived in, walked and escaped through these very castle walls." She now added details to his face, Tine's face too still to assume he believed any of that.

"That you for sharing it, Ms. Nam."