The dinner table is quiet, their mother is fuming and father looks tired.
“You must take her place for the time being.” Tara and his father look at her.
“What?” His heart starts to pound. Take her place? With what? In punishment? Next in line for the throne? What will he be expected to do now?
“You will take her place, and marry the prince. I don’t like it but we must save this union, we’ll figure it out somehow, let him have his mistress and act like the baby is yours, this cannot fall through, the princess is already being married off so that isn’t an option at this point.” Taras jaw drops, his mother telling him he must marry this prince.
“You will impersonate her ofc, we’ll say you have been sent off somewhere.” His father didn’t say a word. He looked like he had been yelled at already.
“Mother, I cannot impersonate Evelyn, I am a man.” His mother looks at him.
“Oh are you? With that physique? Your long hair? You are basically a woman so deal with it. Evelyn.” She had fire in her eyes and had a hint of hatred. There was no arguing with her. All he can do is look down and say: “yes Mother.” She nods.
“He will arrive tomorrow. You are to get up, wear one of Evelyn’s gowns and get your hair and makeup down, and look presentable like a lady, or you will never leave this castle, do you understand me?”
“Yes mother.”
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Morning comes and everyone is rushing around for the arrival of the Prince of Nayea. Taras is seated at his sister's vanity. His hair is being pulled every which way until it is put nicely into a braided ponytail. His face is covered in powders. Once they are done he stands up and takes a walk around the room, his new lady-in-waiting, Sandra, claps her hands.
“You look absolutely beautiful, and you move so elegantly! I believe your mother would be pleased.” He gives a nod and a slight smile. His head raced with all of the possibilities, he was to meet the prince of Nayea. His nerves were getting to him and Sandra gave him a glass of water.
“You don’t need to worry dear, we are here to support you every step of the way, you can do it.” Tara looks at her and hugs her deeply.
“You have always been so kind, I know, I would not be able to do this without your help. You are a goddess Sandra.” She laughs and gives you a squeeze before letting go and getting the rest ready for the prince’s inevitable arrival.
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