In which a prince has to pretend to be a princess in order to marry the most powerful king in the land.
⌦ fictional story
⌦ royal/ 'medieval' au
⌦ Bot!Hyuck Top!Mark
⌦ crossdressing somehow
⌦ genres
⤳fluff, drama, comedy, angst
⌦ bit smutty
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3rd person
It was the moment everyone had waited for so long:
The royal wedding.
Everyone was seated at the white benches decorated with ribbons in the huge and cold cathedral.
All eyes were on the raven haired male standing next to the altar, the latter quietly tipping his food against the carpet in nervousness while waiting for his special someone.
Finally the huge wooden doors opened, revealing the beauty behind it, fully dressed I white. All heads snapped to the door to look at who was entering, not quite recognizing them due to the sun shining behind the person, eyes having to adjust to the brightness first.
Once the bride, to be more particular the groom, stepped inside, Haechan fully was shown to the guests, all of them awing at the stunning sight.
How angelic he looked in all white, how his hazel locks slightly bounced up and down when he walked or how brightly his little tiara glistered.
He wore a snow white ball gown dress. With the many layers of tulle. It rather looked like a tiered skirt, the skirt full of sparkling fabric, not too decent but also not too much. The waistline was a basquet one with a corset above it, emphasising his waist and making it look even tinier.
Neckline here being a high neck with a little triangle at the front part, it showed off his shoulders and a bit of his back.
A big silver necklace was hung around his neck, also as shimmering as his tiara on his head.
His hazel hair, or rather the wig, was braided and pinned-up into a low bun and decorated with white little pearls put into it. On each side of his face was a strand of curled haired, complimenting his face.
Why he had to wear this you may ask?
One, because it's beautiful. And two, they still had to pretend for the public that Haechan was a girl. Funny here how Mark already knew about it but Haechan didn't know he knew. Confusing, right?
Arm linked with his father's, the male stepped slowly closer and closer to the altar, getting more nervous with every step.
He watched the back of Jaemin's head who was carrying the rings in front of them. Normally a child would do that task but since he insisted so much on it there was no way around it.
Before Jaemin, Marks best man Jeno was walking next to the maid of honour, Yeri, a girl Haechan met a few days ago who was very sweet, just like all her four friends, who were the bridesmaids.
