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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⌦ WARNING: smut at the end of the chapter (this is so bad please just skip 🤡🤡🤡🤡⌫
3rd person
It was already deep into the night as both of them came home, etering the room of the older. They figured out staying at the castle would be the best solution, Haechan was scared of his parents anyway, it would be easier to hurt Mark when they weren't at home. In conclusion, they chose the safer option.
Pretty tired from all the celebrating and receiving congratulations and mostly from the emotional rollercoaster, the hazel haired just let himself fall onto the bed.
Hosting a wedding and playing the most important role is more tiring than just attending it. Sure it was glass clear for the prince already before but he never imagined it to be so bad. Don't get him wrong, it was awesome and an unforgettable memory, but his battery was completely drained because of the last days.
Mark then plopped himself next to the younger, grinning from ear to ear as he watched the latter, a bit later he proceeded to look at the shimmering ring around his finger, smiling even wider if that was even possible.
After a while of just laying there next to each other in an comfy silence, the raven haired spoke: "Do you wanna change? I don't think you want to sleep in your wedding dress?" The older giggled, but the younger wasn't able to do the same.
Right, he couldn't escape by saying he'll change somewhere else, that'd be weird. They are married anyway. So the prince just laid there and thought of what to answer.
"Is... is everything fine?" The raven haired asked with a raised brow, surely noticing the troubled look the younger had on his face.
"Y-yes, but... I have to tell you s-something." The hazel haired said under his breath, then added: "Please don't freak out." The older just nodded sensing what the younger was about to tell him and laid down again.
"I- I'm so sorry for lying to you all the time. And I'm also so sorry for not being the one you expect me to be- I-" the hazel haired said rapidly while he was the one who sat up and observed the olders reaction, the latter still having the same smile on his face.
"I- you can do with me what you want, but please let me stay here till I'll be crowned- what I wanted to say..." the hazel haired shuttered with teary eyes, already feeling guilty but then continued after he sighed heavily:
"I-I.. I'm actually not female, Im a boy."
Finally it was out. Mark knew. Finally after all this time. A weight on his heart which was troubling him so much the past week vanished. However, now he was scared for the olders reaction.
"I know."
A pause. Was the hazel haired hearing right, or was the boy hallucinating at this point.