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Call Me Your Princess! (BL)

Even though she had been born a boy, then raised a girl, it didn't stop her from finding the kindest, most loving person she had ever met. Not once did he treat her as anything but a woman. Not once was he repulsed by her body. Not once did he show her anything but love, affection, and understanding.  How did someone like Alexander Frostbloom exist in the world she lived in? She closed her eyes as tears began to run down her cheeks. For the first time in her life, her tears were not from sadness but because of pure joy. Corina had found where she belonged.  Acceptance. Love. Hope. The future seemed nothing but bright as she lay there with him. A future full of happiness. It was all anyone wanted.  Regardless of who she was—prince or princess—she had found her happiness.  As she fell asleep with her joyful tears, the world only seemed bright, as she was unaware of the shadow looming on the horizon of her future. **************** Corina, the tenth child born of Queen Amelia and King Gerald Nightshade, was different than any other princess. Raised as a lovely princess, she blissfully remained unaware of her biological gender. Corina was not a princess—she was the youngest prince—but she had never been taught about gender, or the differences between males and females. She had never even seen another human naked. When King Gerald proposed to offer his daughter's hand in marriage in exchange for a peace treaty, Queen Amelia feared the secret would come to light. Princess Corina Nightshade was to marry Duke Alexander Frostbloom for the kingdom's peace. How would the marriage proceed when the Duke inevitably found out the princess' true gender? How would Corina react when she found out she was really a prince? ************* For the purpose of the story, Corina will be referred to as'she' as that is her identity.

ladymanah · LGBT+
分數不夠
96 Chs

Frosting

Corina placed her hand over her chest to catch her breath. She had managed to make it undetected to the duke's chambers, which she felt thankful for. Not that anyone would stop her, but she was sure a knight or nobleman would have questions if they saw the bride wheeling the entire cake down the hall. 

Corina stood close to the cake. Corina's mouth hung open as she delicately touched one of the decorative birds. "You're mine. You belong to me. What shall I do to you now that I have you in my clutches?" She whispered awkwardly to the cake as she plucked one of the birds off.