"This or this?" Greg asked, looking at two outfits hanging from the rack.
"None?" The Royal Servant hopefully said.
"Do you think this one is too scandalous and ugly?" He asked, showing the outfit with the pink skirt and glimmery see through blouse.
"Yes." The Royal Servant nodded passionately.
"Great!" Greg took of his shirt and grabbed the blouse. "Thanks for helping me choose!"
"Sire," Jeffrey sighed. "You can't go to your uncle's wedding like this."
Greg didn't listen as he put the skirt on and took of his pants, Jeffrey felt the need to avert his gaze so he focused on a painting on the wall.
"Who cares? This is his 6th time getting married." Greg shrugged, sitting down to put some makeup on. "That fucking pervert will make the girl run away in two months anyways."
People knew him as this amazingly nice dressed goth prince (no one thought that but him) but he actually liked different aesthetics too. Today he wanted to be all glimmers and shimmers, so he started putting on his mascara and rosy lipstick.
"Your majesty boys just don't..." Jeffrey started speaking but he somehow found completing this sexist sentence very difficult. It wasn't something that he innately agreed with, it was just something that was engraved in his brain by others. And that was the problem, others. He knew that every single person at that wedding would think that way about the prince he was supposed to protect.
"Boys just what?" Greg dropped down his lipstick, feeling some sort of anger rose up in him. "Don't wear skirts and wear makeup?"
"Yes." Jeffrey said, wow, that painting had such nice colors.
"Why? Are they afraid we'd be too pretty?" Greg asked while he got up. "Afraid they'd fall for a boy or something?"
"No, that's not-" Jeffrey said but he stopped when the Crown Prince stood right in front of him. He was still somehow looking at that painting but he could also kind of see Greg now. "I think the A/C is broken." Jeffrey said, he needed to escape as soon as possible. "I should tend to it." He took a step but the Prince blocked his way, pushing his body over Jeff's.
"Oh is that so? Maybe I'm just so pretty that it made you feel hot." Greg kind of trailed Jeff's neck with his finger. Jeffrey gulped and looked down to the Crown Prince for the first time. His wavy brown hair was silky smooth and he smelled like flowers. His shoulders shined like ivory and the pink lipstick made his lips look even more plump than normal. Jeffrey found himself flabbergasted, unable to look away.
"I personally think I look amazing." Greg said with a little grin.
Jeffrey forgot how to blink. The shimmers that were running down from his eyes brought such light to the deep brown of his orbs. The see through material of the blouse exposed every muscle and curve he had. His long lengs fit the skirt so well, Jeffrey thought it must be made for him.
Greg was about to stop teasing Jeffrey. But he wanted to play with him one last time as a punishment for what he said so he got even closer to The Royal Servant and kind of pushed him towards the wall.
Jeffrey's back hit the wall and a gasp escaped his lungs. The prince tiptoed to reach Jeff's height and seductively smiled in front of his face. "Do you think I'm ugly? Be honest."
Jeffrey felt every single movement of the prince since he was squished between him and the wall. His breathing, his smell, his goddamn skirt. They were so close Jeffrey could just grab him by his thighs. Everything was too close and too much. Jeffrey would never hurt the prince but at that second his brain was half dead already. He grabbed the prince by the arm and bent his arm behind his back.
"Ah!" The prince moaned as he was pushed against the wall and for a second Jeffrey wished he hadn't done that. No prince was supposed to sound that beautiful in pain?!
He felt even more angered and flustrated now, he pushed the prince towards the wall and leaned over to his ear. "You look fantastic, sire." he whispered, Greg felt a shiver run down his spine. "So you better not walk into a broadcasted wedding for the entire country to see, looking that pretty."
There was a moment of silence where Jeffrey realised he was holding the Crown Prince by his arm against a wall and where Greg realised Jeffrey somehow could give him shivers. The Royal Servant abruptly let go of the prince and backed down.
He bowed as embaressment washed upon him. "Forgive me, sire." He said. "Please excuse me." He evacuated the room in seconds.
Greg rubbed his wrist that still felt warm from the touch and shuddered again. "Oh that was weird." He mumbled to himself and just sort of stood there for a few moments. He shrugged again and walked over to his closet to wear something else.