Archer Lexington: The Prince of Wonderland

Chapter 2

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Dear Chronicle,

Today is the first day of three in which I have to choose my effeminate ruling companion.

And I am royally shazzed up. I have absolutely no clue what I am going to do, I don't like any girls, I don't know who rules well, I am just in an Overlandhole here.

And the worst part is I'm going to have to tell her, I'm going to have to tell whoever I choose and then she'll probably leave me and then she'll tell everyone and I'll be banished and out of the Queen's favor and then I'll die.

Or even worse she'll accept it and still like me and then I'll feel even worse about it and then she'd be caught up in my secret to help me out and that is not a burden I want anyone to have.

And then if I don't find a suitable person then the Queen would be mad at me and then she'd inspect me a little closer and figure out my secret and then I'm dead.

So I'm basically dead now.

I should plan my funeral.

Except for the way that I'd die would mean that no one would be able to attend the funeral so it would all be for nothing.

That's a boradeud thought.

Well, in case I don't get to write in you again, thanks for being my confidant. Thank you for staying here. Even if you are just a non-magical book that can't do anything. But still, it's the non-thought that counts.

Sincerely,

Archer Lexington

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Archer finishes writing in his Chronicle for the day and leans back in his chair.

He hears a knock on the door and he throws his Chronicle, his unauthorized Chronicle, into its hidden slot on the wall. He picks up his Prince's Chronicle, which unfortunately can talk, and pretends he just finished writing. "Come in", he finally calls.

The female guard from yesterperiod, wearing a little more armor than might've been required, opens the door and cautiously but stoically steps in the room. "I have received orders to inform you that a fish-drawn runner has been prepared for your use in courtship efforts this bright period," She says without meeting Archer's eyes.

"Thank you guard, you are dismissed," Archer says, maintaining a calm sound in his voice through intense effort. The guard bows her head and leaves quickly, closing the door as she exits.

Once the door is closed, Archer releases the breath he had been holding. He bites his lip while he searches in his closet to find a suitable outfit. He passes the first 10 rows because they are out of season, then the next 10 because they are not suitable for this occasion, and finally stops at row 21. 

He walks up and down the aisle and moves on to the next row, this continues until he reaches row 37, where he finds a tight cyan sleeveless shirt, white tights with Capri-length rose pink pants over top, and cyan blue converse.

He takes the outfit to the mirror in the back and tries it on, he adds some gold leaf tattoo work on his arms to add "royalty" to the look, he adds his crown and styles his hair, adds just enough makeup to look good but enough to be recognized, and finally puts on some embroidered white gloves to complete the royal ensemble.