You Could Never Be a REAL Prince {FTM Roman}

§~Pt. 1~§

TW: Mentions of dysphoria, use of deadname, all that transphobic parent shizz-

Roman Knightly was the Prince of the Kingdom of Nydelle. Well, he was better known as 'Robyn' Knightly, the princess of the Kingdom of Nydelle. Since his mother thinks that all this "trans stuff" is just a phase, she refuses to call him by his chosen name, and still refers to him as a princess even though most of the kingdom did accept him, and referred to him as Prince Roman.

"Robyn, it's time for breakfast sweetie!" His mother called from his bedroom doorway. He groaned and rolled over, putting his pillow over his head. "For the last time mother, it's Roman.." He quickly muttered. But apparently the queen wasn't having it today, for she had begun the same lecture Roman had heard over and over since he had came out as trans.

"...For the last time Robyn, I am not calling you by that ridiculous name. You are a beautiful princess, not a man, and one day you WILL finally see that." She quickly stated. "Now get out of bed. Breakfast is in the dining room waiting on you." She added and left his bedroom.

Roman huffed and stuck up his middle finger as his mother left. This definitely wasn't a gesture for royalty to use, but Roman didn't care. He'd much rather be a pauper out on the streets then be here anyway.. He got out of bed and went over to his closet, which was filled with nothing but dresses. His mother had gotten rid of all his 'boy' clothes...again. He groaned and went over to his bed, reaching under and pulling out a chest with a secret stash of clothes just in case this happened. 

He quickly pulled off his pajamas and stared in the mirror. Tears collected in his eyes as he stared at his feminine reflection. He hated his body so much.. He didn't have a flat chest and something..down there. Maybe his mother was right about all that stuff after all..he would never be a real prince. 

He sniffled and wiped his eyes, putting on his binder, then his Steven Universe t-shirt.  He put on his boxers and jeans, then quickly shoved his makeshift packer, which was made of socks, in his underwear. He was saving up his own money to buy a real packer, because his parents wouldn't let him buy one with their money. His parents had plenty of money to spare, but of course he was never allowed to use any of it. Especially not for such things as he wanted it for. These clothes weren't exactly 'royal attire', but his parents let him wear what they had called 'peasant clothes' when he went out of the castle.

As he walked towards the dining room, the smell of waffles filled the air around him. He smiled softly and sat down in his chair, across from his father. "Good morning Roby- I mean Roman.." His father greeted. The king, much unlike his wife, had accepted Roman when he came out. But he was still getting used to the new name and pronouns. Roman gave his father a small smile. He knew that he was at least trying. 

~~~Timeskip because I'm lazyyyyy~~~

After breakfast, Roman put on his bright red hoodie with a golden crown in the middle(which also helped with dysphoria and keeping him warm) and headed out of the castle to the street where all his friends lived. Even though his parents forbade him to, he still had many non-royalty friends. He knocked on his friend Patton's door and patiently waited. 

After a good five minutes, Patton opened the door, covered in flour. Roman chuckled and assumed Patton had an accident while baking again. "Hey Roman!" Patton greeted cheerfully, wiping some of the flour from his face. Patton then let Roman inside and as they walked by the kitchen, it was basically a disaster area. There was flour all over the floor, eggs and broken eggshells on the counter, and smoke protruding from the oven. Roman's eyes widened at the sight and Patton just innocently smiled. "Uhmm..Lets not talk about that.." He said and nervously laughed, going over and turning off the oven.

"I can help you clean up!" Roman offered, grabbing a broom. "No thanks Roman..I can just clean this up later.." Patton muttered. Even though Roman was his friend, he was still also royalty. And royalty doesn't help clean up baking accidents, or do any housework for that matter. They have maids and servants to do all that for them.

"But I insist Patton!" The prince persisted. Patton just shook his head and grabbed Roman's wrist, pulling him to his bedroom. "Don't worry about it.. Logan can help when he gets home from work." Patton gently refused again.

Roman sighed and sat down on the other's bed. "As you wish, Padre.." He mumbled and everything was silent for a few minutes until he spoke again. "I'll just wait until Logan gets here, then we can all clean up together!" Patton sighed. "Fineee.. If that's what you really want."

Roman smiled as Patton laid down on the bed beside the prince. Roman stared up at the ceiling and softly hummed 'Dysphoric' By Cavetown to himself as he waited for Logan to get back so he could actually help for once. The most logical out of the three worked as a teacher and school was about to be over any minute now.

~~~ANOTHER timeskip because, again, I'm lazy~~~

Roman put the broom back in the closet where he had found it and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He refused to take off his hoodie, even though he was about to have a heat stroke wearing it. He glanced over at Logan, who's glasses were askew as he leaned against the counter.

"Patton..how about you wait to bake until I get home from now on, okay?" He panted softly as he spoke. Patton stared at the floor and sighed. "Y-yes sir...' He muttered, grabbing the mop and putting it back in the closet next to the broom.

Roman paused and his eyes widened slightly. 'Sir..?' Sounded pretty KiNkY  to him. He tried to hold back his laughter but failed and tried to cough to hide it. The teacher looked over to Roman, his eyebrow raised. "Is there a problem, Princey??" He asked.

Roman shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well... Guess I should probably get going.." He looked over to the clock on the wall, which read 5:53. Dinner was at 6, so he'd have to hurry back.

They all said their goodbyes and Roman headed back to the castle. He got back with just about a minute to spare. He sat down at the table and glanced over to his baby brother, Remus, who stuck his tongue out and gave him the middle finger. The older prince rolled his eyes and played with his silverware until the servants came out of the kitchen, bringing out dinner. 

~~~I D K WHY BUT I KEEP DOING TIMESKIPS, I'M SORRY I'M LAZY AS FUCK~~~

After he was done, Roman excused himself from the table, but his mother stopped him. "Robyn, sweetie, I have some great news for you!" She said as Roman sat back down in his seat. "We have found a prince for you to marry!" 

Roman's heart stopped. He was in fact bisexual, but..what if the prince they had chosen wasn't lgbtq+ or supportive? What if they were a transphobic piece of shit like his mother? "The prince's name is Virgil, and he cannot wait to meet the beautiful princess he's heard so much about!" Well shit..of course his mother wouldn't say he was trans. He just nodded to his mother, not really wanting to discuss details right now, and ran off to his room for the night.

So I actually wrote this in science class, so I'm sorry if there's errors. I'm honestly super tired, but I had this idea and wanted to write it before I forgot. Hope you liked it! 

~Logan✌️