#queen posting

Replacing 'her' expensive ball gowns and dresses with suits and expensive cloaks n offering to cut 'her' hair as 'it was starting to go out of fashion' n upping the T in 'her' diet and having the medics console and reassure 'her' that the sudden T perscription is 'for the sake of her health' and secretly sending letters to various other kingdoms so that they know to refer to her as "king _" and "his majesty" (not that 'she' knows why other nobles started to refer to 'refer' to her as such) and going through 100's of historical documentations and whatnot to replace 'her' deadname with his actual name so that 'she' cant prove to them that 'she' used to be 'queen _' .

'She' pretends to be absolutely horrified by the changes and threatens anyone if they dare call him by his actual name and all but internally he feels much more free and happy than he ever used to be when he was a 'queen' but his subborness refuses to admit it untill one day he subconciously starts to refer to himself with his actual name and status (not that anyone corrects him though) and his life as a 'woman' starts to fade into the background

No specific time period or kingdom but. Forceking

Huh, I outlived the queen. Particularly surprising considering the lifespan of a mouse.

He’s the first one to lay eyes on her as she steps into this new land. The first hand she takes to walk down the short steps to this new ground.

The knight has been sworn to her for several weeks now, despite having never met her. The king hosted a week long tourney in celebration of his bride-to-be’s imminent arrival. He’d pitted the best knights of both the court and the realm against one another to ensure the safety of his new queen was assured.

So the knight looks up towards her new charge. Surely he must have earned it? Surely being the first to see their new queen’s face was a privilege she had fought and bled for just weeks before.

So the knight looks up, offers a hand, and catches the eye of this new queen. Regal, heavenly, and timid in this new world, but with an edge of determination and mettle.

The host of servants and courtiers who have come to see the arrival of their queen look on as she takes the knight’s hand, her delicate fingers gripping the mail like a lifeline as her feet finally touch the ground.

She holds her knight’s arm for one moment, like she’s steadying herself. Somehow she already knows who this knight is. She knows he’s been promised to her. That she’s soon-to-be bound just as irrevocably and deeply to this queen as the man who will be her husband. The king looks on from his horse and smiles; pleased that it seems his soon wife’s safety has been placed in appropriate hands.

And the knight stares at the side of her head, waiting patiently for the queen to decide she’s ready, and then he lets go as she walks. He watches as the queen and her handmaidens approach the king to pay him her greetings.

And the knight cannot smile, for such things are only for the king to do when looking at the queen. And the knight knows her smile would be far from the casual, easy thing other onlookers wear. It would betray a bone deep devotion inappropriate for so soon after simply laying eyes on her sworn.