Original Submission


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The following script was found in a journal belonging to the prince of Arme, discovered among the stronghold's many bookshelves

Eygon, he is a wonderful man. I love him ever so dearly! He's been nothing but kind and understanding with me, told me that how I differ from other noble sons was desirable! I've been mocked for years for not taking up a sword and knowing how to cook and sew, yet Eygon sees no bad in it! He tells me spoiled and entitled aristocrats were unatractive and that my sheepish nature was beautiful, that I am beautiful. Gods, how I love him so.

I remember him telling me one morning as we wake up together that the image he drew in his mind of me donning a womans clothes would be attractive. I only blushed then and changed the subject, the concept of dresses and skirts on my body an embarrasing thought. Heck, even now I blush as I write! But with how good he has been to me, how well he treats me and how good it feels to rest in his arms I wanted to repay him in kind.

I spent all evening searching and asking the maids of the stronghold about any spare clothes they had that might fit someone of my size. Most of the maids were elders and more shapely than I, but a kind seemstress offered to let me don her granddaughters dress before she gave it to the courier. I was delighted and couldn't thank her enough!

I plan on waiting in the study with the dress and a deaddress while Eygon does his patrol. Oh, I think he'll be delighted to see me! I am nervous, but at the same time not. Gods, i hope I don't look as silly as I think I do.