His Queen

Toras It’s written in our ancient charter: A Dominari Prince must marry a Femnosi princess. If that princess is male, then she'll simply wear women's clothes. I
understand the necessity of duty, faith, and loyalty to the Crown. All
the gold in our Kingdom’s coffers cannot impel me to marry without love.
I expected a marriage of tradition. I did not expect a fiancee who’ll do anything to make me King. Who would have thought being the betrothed to a crossdressing princess could be so complicated. Or so royally alluring… Anya I’ve wanted to be married for as long as I can remember. The life of a dutiful spouse to a powerful husband is the life for me. I
know he didn’t expect me to look the way I do. That’s fine. I’m a royal
- no price is to high to pay for whatever I want. A prince can become a
princess if she so chooses. Right now, I want to be a bride for him. A princess. A beauty. His Queen. I
can overcome my slim physique and short hair with expensive makeup and
an authentic wig. Now all we have to do is defeat our own doubt and
trepidation just days before we’re to marry. Simple, right? I guess I should start looking for a wedding dress… Because I intend to marry this man as his royal bride.