((How do I turn this into a draft again? it wasn't supposed to be posted yet, obviously...I'm a klutz...))

He'd been wrong.

So very, very wrong.

He came to that conclusion when the giggling group of tailors took his measurements and forced him to try one dress after another. Court dresses, they called them. The things were floor length and embroidered with flowers, large and small. He turned into their own personal dress up dolls - and they didn't act like the male image he'd gotten from that teacher the day before.

Worse, after that there were several people doing his nails and hair using complicated designs judging by the amount of needles and flowers they were sticking into the arrangement. at least they just painted his nails in a transparent color to make them shiny and pretty.

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Either way, he really needed to throw all his ideas about gender roles out of the window, because the guards that showed up next were what he would have expected of, well, elite guards. People who were constantly calm, cool and alert, securing the surroundings.

When he started fidgeting around those people one of them told him that, as a future prince, he was supposed to keep a calm mind and not panic just because he had an audience.

But still, a marriage interview? Even if he counted his ten years as a human he was too young to get married!

If only his mother hadn't made him play in front of all those people...