Ever since the day Tomaz had his twin sister Eirini come sobbing to him about her arranged marriage with the prince from a nearby kingdom that had been announced by their father, the king of their city, he had been playing a facade for well over a month now.

Tomaz had the idea of pretending to be Eirini and immediately commenced the plan, the twins trading each other's wardrobes and his sister teaching him how to properly do makeup to really authenticate the guise.

Wearing an elegant dress and a bra stuffed with hopes and prayers, Tomaz eventually was on a carriage ride all the way to the neighboring kingdom. It took two nights, but the prince, now disguised as a princess, was finally at the castle, staying to plan the arranged wedding.

It had now been a month of the princess front, still struggling to adapt to people calling him by his sister's name, but the act has been believable so far.

The wedding with the prince had finally come, the ceremony grand and luxurious, filled with vibrant flowers, shimmering decorations, and the sounds of joyous celebration filling the air. The celebration then came to an end when the sun set, casting a warm golden glow over the castle grounds, leaving the newlyweds to return to their bedchambers in the castle.

A thousand thoughts went through Tomaz's head; would he truly be able to keep this up? Would his act finally catch up to him, unraveling the delicate web of lies he had spun? How was Eirini feeling now, trapped in a situation he had so recklessly stepped into her place for?

His thoughts got interrupted when he realized that the marriage would require consummation, something he had never considered despite the opulent red and black lingerie he had been given.

With all the thoughts racing through his mind, he felt idiotic to have never even contemplated this aspect of the arrangement. Tomaz had honestly thought the lingerie was a sort of extravagant nightwear, to which he decided not wear.

Tomaz almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the prince return to their now shared bedchamber, the door creaking softly as it swung open, revealing the prince in all his regal glory. He quickly composed himself, his heart racing as he felt the weight of the moment settle around him.

"M-My love...lord?" he stammered in a soft voice, speaking quietly as he prayed his voice wouldn't crack, hoping the tremor of uncertainty wouldn't betray him. "About the consummation... I-I fear that I am...on my cycle?"