[Honey]

The hours of the day sped by faster than he knew it could. The castle was thriving with activity, every member of the help preparing for the wedding, though only one was allowed into his chambers as he dressed for the ceremony, and that person was his own maid. Many had offered their aid, and brought things for he to wear though all were turned down. They had everything they needed to turn him into the lady he was to play. Though the most beautiful piece was the dress. The dark tone of the plum matched his favorite evening dress, and was successful in making his skin glow just as lovely as in the gardens at night. His wig was curled and primped and tied with a bow of the loveliest shade of blue he’d seen, and his shoes were a color to match. The only jewelry that laid against his skin was a necklace from his mother, freely given. The stones sparkled softly in their own way, though the surface of the each of them was smooth as any river stone he’d found, and color was paler as well. He was only allowed a brief moment to look in the mirror, marveling in the amazing transformation from himself to a woman even his sister could hope to achieve in a period of a few days. The only difference he could think of was the lack of both true breasts and the thing all men sought for. Nervously shifting in his seat, he lifted a pale hand to touch his face, not entirely sure it was as true as it seems, but his hand was pushed away as he was pulled from his seat. He had to get to the church