Vi blinked at the mirror, slowly raising one hand. The reflection did the same.

“Okay,” she muttered. “So....thats me? Cool... Cool cool cool cool cool—”

She stared at the reflection now more intently

“damn.. the kept hair and that flawless body… that well cared face… I am definitely someone important.”she tried processing every thing in her head and the earlier interaction.

She smirked. “Well… no harm in checking if everything else is still working…”

Two minutes later.

“I DON'T HAVE BOOBS!. I DON'T HAVE A UTERUS!. AND-AND EWUGHH... WHAT IS THAT!??.”

She—stumbled back, horrified, clinging to the nearest bedpost like it was her lifeline.

“This isn't the lightsaber i was promised by the bls i read-.”

Cue the door slamming open with an overly dramatic WHACK.

“SECOND PRINCE! You didn’t show up for court, you drunkard—!”

a man, most probably in his late 20s, eye bags prominent possibly from overworking , stormed in, scroll in hand and scolding locked and loaded—

And then he froze.

Eyes met.

Then the man's eyes dropped…

Embarrassment prominent on the olders face

Due to the very unhidden, very unwanted, very free “monstrosity.”

“…YOU- YOU! HAVE YOU FINALLY LOST YOUR MIND!!???.”

“HUuh?.” “bro who tf is that.. and why does bro look so mad and  disgusted? do i smell that bad?” she looks down and then back at the man “oh”

“sorry uhh” she quickly ties the robe again now covering the problem and tries playing it cool with a

“uhh so whats going dude?.” and an awkward smile