Ayla grabbed them both by the ears. "Remember mama can't find out so Amun go and wear princess dress."
"What no way!" "You have too our sister loves princess dresses," Kingston said as he laughed.
Prince Amun's face turned bright red with embarrassment as he struggled against Ayla's grip.
"No way, I'm not wearing a dress! I'm a prince, not a princess!" He looked at Kingston, who was laughing at him, and his face grew even redder with indignation. Ayla, however, was firm.
"Come on, Amun, it's just for now. We need to keep your true identity a secret, and wearing a dress is the best way to do that. Besides, our sister Penelope loves princess dresses, and she'll be able to help you pick one out." Prince Amun looked like he was about to cry, but Ayla's words were persuasive. With a sulky expression, he allowed Ayla to drag him off to Penelope's room, where a sea of pink and frilly dresses awaited him.
"These must have cost a lot?" Prince Amun mumbled.
"Mama designed all our clothes," Ayla said as she picked out a purple dress with a pink bow she waved her hand and held a wig in her hands.
"Alright you will act like our sister Penelope nickname Penny."
Prince Amun's eyes widened in horror as he stared at the dress and wig in Ayla's hands.
"You expect me to wear this?!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with indignation. Ayla just smiled sweetly and nodded.
"Yes, Amun, you're going to make a perfect Penny. Now, let's get you dressed and into character." She began to help Prince Amun into the dress, which was a bit too tight and showed off his masculine physique in a way that made him feel extremely self-conscious. The wig was a bright pink color and had a silly bow attached to it, which Ayla insisted on adjusting to just the right angle. Prince Amun looked at himself in the mirror and barely recognized the person staring back at him. He felt like a completely different person, and not in a good way.
"Holy cow you do really look like a girl!" Ayla gashed out with excitement. Prince Amun opened his mouth and closed his mouth.
Prince Amun's face turned bright red with embarrassment as Ayla gushed over his new look. He opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out. He was too shocked and humiliated by his reflection to speak. He looked like a completely different person, and it was hard to believe that he was actually a boy. Ayla's enthusiasm only made him feel more self-conscious, and he couldn't help but wonder how he was going to pull off this charade. He looked at Ayla, his eyes pleading for help, but she just grinned and gave him a thumbs up.
"You're going to be a great Penny, Amun!" she said, her voice full of encouragement.
Kingston's eyes widened in shock as he took in Prince Amun's new look.
"Whoa, you really do look like a girl!" he exclaimed, his voice full of surprise. He couldn't believe that his possibly twin brother was now dressed in a bright purple dress with a pink bow in his hair. He looked so much like their sister Penelope that Kingston did a double take.
"This is crazy," he muttered to himself, shaking his head in amazement. He looked at Ayla, who was beaming with pride at her handiwork. L
"You're a genius, Ayla," he said, grinning.
"But I have to ask, how are we going to keep this up? I mean, what if someone finds out that Amun is really a boy?" Ayla just smiled confidently.
"Don't worry, Kingston. We'll figure it out. We have to. For now, let's just enjoy the show."
Aika snuggled deeper into her bed, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she settled into a peaceful slumber. She was a true sleep enthusiast, and her love for napping was unmatched. Her children would often joke that she had a PhD in sleeping, and they weren't far off. Aika's body was indeed weak, and she required more rest than most people. But she didn't mind - she reveled in the comfort and tranquility that sleep brought her. When she wasn't busy sleeping, Aika enjoyed spending time with her kids, watching them play and listening to their stories. She was a devoted mother, but she was also a devoted sleeper. And she wouldn't have it any other way. As she drifted off to sleep, a soft smile played on her lips, and her gentle snores filled the room.
The sound of her children's laughter and playful chatter filled the air as they played in the next room. Aika's eyes fluttered open, and she smiled, feeling grateful for the joy that her children brought to her life. She listened for a moment, enjoying the sound of their happiness, before her eyelids grew heavy once again. She snuggled deeper into her bed, feeling the softness of her blankets and the comfort of her pillow. Her breathing slowed, and she drifted off to sleep, lulled by the sound of her children's laughter. The room was quiet, except for the occasional giggle or shout of excitement, and Aika slept peacefully, surrounded by the people she loved. Her sleep was deep and restorative, and she slept for hours, recharging her energy and refreshing her spirit.
As the hours passed, Aika's children began to tire themselves out, and the room fell silent once again. Aika slept on, undisturbed, her chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. The sunlight streaming through the window cast a warm glow over her face, illuminating her peaceful expression. Her eyelids twitched occasionally, and her lips curved into a soft smile, as if she was dreaming of something pleasant. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the soft hum of a bird's song could be heard outside, adding to the serene atmosphere. Aika's sleep was a deep and restful one, and she was completely relaxed, her body and mind rejuvenated by the long rest. As the afternoon wore on, her children crept quietly into the room, not wanting to disturb their mother's peaceful slumber. They sat down beside her, watching her sleep with gentle smiles on their faces, feeling grateful for the love and care that she showed them.
Ring, ring, ring. Aika waved her slender hand as she touched a flat object which a holographic screen popped up.
"Aika! How dare you ruin your cousin engagement you will come back to estate!" Aika groaned as she rubbed her eyes she saw it was her father.
"Why..?" Aika asked coldly.
"Because you ruined the engagement party two two days to Prince Ryker and how dare you talk back to Prince Ryker Uncle Crown Prince Zuberi!"
"First Prince Ryker is an asshole as for his uncle…he started it humph!"
Ring, ring, ring. Aika waved her slender hand as she touched a flat object which a holographic screen popped up.
"Aika! How dare you ruin your cousin engagement you will come back to estate!" Aika groaned as she rubbed her eyes she saw it was her father.
"Why..?" Aika asked coldly.
"Because you ruined the engagement party two two days to Prince Ryker and how dare you talk back to Prince Ryker Uncle Crown Prince Zuberi!"
"First Prince Ryker is an asshole as for his uncle…he started it humph!" Aika didn't like how Crown Prince Zuberi got under her skin.
Aika's eyes narrowed as she glared at her father's holographic image.
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm tired and I need my rest. Besides, I didn't ruin the engagement party, Prince Ryker did. He's the one who insulted me in front of everyone." Aika's voice was cold and detached, her words dripping with disdain.
"And as for Crown Prince Zuberi, he's just as bad as his nephew. They can both rot for all I care." With a flick of her wrist, Aika dismissed the holographic screen, ending the call.
Aika's face twisted in disgust as she thought about Crown Prince Zuberi's audacity.
"Seven years! They didn't even bother to ask how I was doing, and now they're demanding I come back because of some stupid engagement party? And that Prince Ryker's uncle, he's got some nerve! I've never even met him before, and he has the audacity to accuse me of seducing him? Me! Aika, the woman who's been nothing but a disappointment to the Frost Family Clan." Aika's voice rose in indignation, her anger and frustration boiling over.
"And to think, he's over 125 years old, but still acts like a arrogant, self-absorbed pretty boy. Ugh, just thinking about him makes my skin crawl." Aika tossed her pillow across the room, her anger and frustration momentarily sated.