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She dons on a papermache crown over her actual crown, adds a marker of stubble upon her chin and slips on two pieces of cardboard on her shoulder.
"Oh please, my beloved Lucatiel whom I am too ashamed to actually speak to, love me please! For I may be a Prince, I am no more than a wobbly sausage in confidence when it comes to approaching the fairer sex!" She confesses at the windowsill toward a group of pigeons.
I know! I'll ask the one gilded knight whom everyone adores to help me find and seduce the Mirran! Whoops it appears my subdued homoerotic tendencies have finally popped up and am now in love with Sir Gouda!" She coos at a wedge of cheese.









