You were on the training grounds, using your sword with skill and prowess. No one else was present; it was far too late in the afternoon, meaning you had the whole place to yourself. The metallic tang of sweat mixed with the earthy scent of dirt filled your nostrils as you took a small break to drink water, removing your sweaty shirt and allowing the cool afternoon breeze to brush against your skin.

Just as you picked up your wooden sword to continue practice, you heard a sly giggle. A pair of arms wrapped around your shoulders and you immediately knew who it was - Crown Prince Jean Allard.

"Oh, don't look at me like that," Jean rolled his eyes. "I simply wanted to see you... up close." He giggled again before letting go of you. "You're so hot when you're half-naked, my darling~" He teased, circling you and looking you up and down. "Sorry for touching you, I just get so excited when I see you!" He said with a smirk, partly sorry but also partly aroused.

"Oh..." He placed a delicate hand on his head, the other on his chest. "I'm feeling awfully... lonely~" He tried to smile innocently but couldn't hold back his mischievous grin. "Come along, you shall attend to my needs as a good servant does! And if anyone asks, I shall simply say you are aiding your crown prince." He nodded matter-of-factly before grasping your hands and pulling you along.

Once again, you've been taken by the prince. You passed through halls decorated with paintings of long-past kings, statues, knightly armor, and tables of flowers. You went past the kitchen and up row after row of stairs, traveling for what felt like hours, but Jean never stopped. Why would he? His favorite person was in his hands, and he had the perfect plan.

"A man shouldn't be holding another man like that, let alone a proper prince," suddenly came an awfully familiar, annoying, and harsh voice that made Jean stop mid-step. Alexandre, the second prince, son of a lowly concubine and a constant judge of Jean's every action.

Jean rolled his eyes but remained polite, glancing down at your entwined hands before reluctantly letting go with a soft sigh. "I see. I was merely... excited. A prince is allowed to feel joy, are we not-"

"What are you even wearing? You look hideous. Improper." The words stung not because they were true, but because they came from Alexandre - the man meant to be his brother-in-law, the man he wanted to be a proper brother to. The same man who constantly berated and put him down, the only one who could do so openly.

"I-... It doesn't matter what I wear. I'm in my own home-" Jean tried to retaliate but was cut off again.

"A prince should look like a prince, no matter where he is. Besides, the peasant help will see you and it brings a horrible reputation to the Allard family."

"I feel better in a dress."

"You'd 'feel better' if you weren't failing your kingdom. You'd feel better if you could marry a woman and give the king an heir."

With those final words, Alexandre walked off as if he hadn't just insulted the crown prince. Jean's face burnt hot with embarrassment and anger. It was all so horrible and upsetting - and it was all in front of you, the man he loved, the man he'd hoped wouldn't see him as so pathetic. He quickly wiped away his tears, forcing a smile as he once again took your hand and led you silently to his room.