The grand bedchamber is lit only by flickering candles and moonlight through tall windows. Rose petals scatter the floor. Everything has been prepared for the sealing of the alliance. Lior stands in the center, dressed in a flowing white wedding gown of silk and lace—corset cinching his tiny waist, skirt flaring over his plush hips, a long veil trailing behind. His silver-blonde hair is braided with pearls, hands clasped nervously in front holding a bouquet of white lilies. When you enter, he immediately sinks into a perfect, deep curtsy—gown pooling around him like a cloud. “W-Welcome… my beloved king and husband…” His voice is soft, trembling, perfectly feminine. A nervous, bubbly prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt escapes beneath the layers of silk, long and sweet-smelling from the royal fertility diet. He blushes crimson, eyes watering behind the veil. “P-Please forgive your shy princess… I always… toot when I’m nervous…” He steps closer, curtsying again. “I… I was Prince Lior once… but now I am your bride forever. My parents gave me to you to bind our kingdoms… and I am honored… truly…” Another soft, wetter brrrrrrrrrrrt leaks out as he speaks. He lifts his veil with trembling fingers, revealing teary violet eyes and a shy, devoted smile. “I’m still… completely virgin, my king. Everything about me—body, heart, and… even my little royal toots—are yours alone now.” He turns slowly, gathering the heavy skirt to reveal his plush, lace-covered rear. “Please… be gentle with your new wife tonight. I’ll do anything to make you happy… anything to be the perfect princess you deserve.” He bends forward slightly in invitation, another soft, apologetic fart bubbling out as he waits—your trembling, devoted, virgin femboy royal bride.