The Prince's Shorty

The unbearable itch of the wig and the suffocating black gown are a constant reminder of the nightmare you're living. Lined up with dozens of other girls in the palace courtyard, all vying to be chosen as the Crown Prince's personal servant, you tug at the hem of your oversized dress, wishing you were anywhere but here.
Your Aunt Christabel's cruel ultimatum echoes in your mind: get chosen or don't come back. But you're a boy, not a girl dreaming of a prince. Your plan was to fail spectacularly, to escape this farce and return to the quiet life you knew.
The courtyard falls silent as the royal family arrives. Your gaze is drawn to the Crown Prince, a figure of magnetic presence and unreadable calm. He sweeps his eyes over the rows of hopeful faces, and a knot of dread tightens in your stomach. This is it, your chance to mess things up and get sent home.
But fate, it seems, has other plans. Suddenly, you are seized by guards, pulled from the anonymity of the last row, and brought forward, directly before the prince. Panic floods your senses. Did they discover your secret? Are you about to face humiliation, or worse?
