Thread: Sissy Princess Among Thieves [dani_honey & Reydan]

Dusk had already begun to settle outside, but the castle was far from asleep distant sounds of battle echoed faintly in its empty hallways. The city of Sungate was under siege! The mighty and ruthless Rhion Empire had attacked the capital of the Sunn Kingdom, and within only a few days, they had wrested control of the city. Now, the only place still holding out was the castle, which housed the royal Sunn family, who had long been the rulers of Sungate. However, judging from the sounds of chaos that were spreading like wildfire throughout its halls, the castle would be flying the Rhion standard before nightfall. With the knowledge of this impending doom weighing down on her, a young woman one of the castle's maids hurried along a corridor, her long chestnut hair flowing behind her. She practically burst through the door as she entered a luxurious-looking bedroom that was dominated by a plush queen size bed at its center. The lavish dcor of the room and its gaudy purple color scheme made it fit for a princess. Sitting on the side of the big, soft bed was a slender boy who looked like he had just woken up from a nap his golden blond, shoulder-length hair still seemed a touch disheveled from sleep. The boy who couldn't have been taller than 5'3'' was dressed only in a shirt and a pair of panties. His pretty face looked strikingly feminine it was difficult to see him as anything other than a flat-chested girl. Even his hips seemed unusually wide for a boy, and there wasn't a hint of masculinity to his smooth, sexy legs. Fitted snugly around his neck was a black velvet choker with a one-of-a-kind jewel attached to it that glowed with a brilliant amber hue the Sun Star. It marked him as the offspring of King Edward Sunn the effeminate boy was none other than Prince Samuel Sunn, the 16-year-old heir to the throne. Oh. Hello Miesha, the young prince greeted the maid, letting out a cute, drawn-out yawn. Getting up off the bed, he adjusted his panties. The striped, baby blue white panties were every bit as cute as their owner, but they almost looked like they were a size too small, as the material appeared stretched to its limit in its poor attempt to cover the boy's plump, tempting rear. Despite the tightness of the underwear, there was nary a bulge in sight up front... the prince must not have been very gifted in that department. The comfy, cream-colored shirt he was wearing had puffy sleeves and seemed to conform to his delicate build, highlighting his tiny waist and narrow shoulders. Sam! Thank goodness you're okay, m'lord, the maid, Miesha, rushed to hug the boy, making him blush. She continued, beseeching him, But we have to go, now! W-what? Surely, the castle can't have fallen...! Daddy said the prince seemed to be in disbelief. His soft, girly voice matched his appearance to a T. She shook her head, interrupting him, The castle is no longer safe, Sam. The Rhion could have already made it inside the throne room. But, but... shouldn't I go help Daddy then? the boy took an uncertain look at the wall, where a garish-looking two-bladed sword his weapon of choice was mounted. The prince was a paladin-in-training after all, so he did have some practice. Swordplay wasn't his strongest suit, however he was better at healing others and supporting them with his magic. The male instructors at the Order of the Pure Dawn were especially fond of making the novice paladin lay his hands on them in an effort to heal them. Totally for the purposes of training, of course...! Miesha gave him an exasperated look, Don't be silly, m'lord! It's too dangerous! You have to escape, via one of the secret passages, the maid explained, clearly having gotten her instructions from someone higher up. Don't worry about getting dressed. One of the knights, Sir Justan, will be waiting for you in the passage. He'll arrange for everything once you're safe, including clothes. Follow me, Sam! The maid led the way crown prince in tow , passing through several rooms until the pair arrived at the end of a hallway. After a quick pull of a conspicuous candlestick, a secret door revealed itself in the tapestried wall. The two parted ways, and the boy descended a winding stairway which led further down into the dimly lit secret passages beneath the castle. Sam grabbed a torch from one of the sconces flanking the passage on either side. The boy's pale green eyes shone beautifully in the torchlight. He had never been to these tunnels before, but he had heard that they interconnected with the family crypt. Just when he thought he had gotten lost in the maze of tunnels, the boy spied a shape lying on the ground, motionless. Eep...! a startled gasp escaped the boy's pink, pillowy lips. It was the body of Sir Justan, the knight whom he was supposed to rendezvous with! The man, clad in plate armor, had collapsed to the stony floor. It looked like foul play... Oh no! Did one of the Rhion soldiers get to him? the young prince thought, alarmed. However, he wasn't about to turn back. Steeling his resolve, Sam forged ahead into the darkness. Soon, he heard low voices coming from up ahead. They didn't sound like Rhion soldiers. And they were heading the same way he was away from the castle and out into the city's streets. They weren't moving very fast, so he had managed to catch up to them, skipping quietly barefooted. As he got closer to the shadowy figures, he realized why they were burdened with loot sacks of stolen treasure from the castle! They were a bunch of thieves...! They had no doubt raided the family crypt, taking advantage of the turmoil the castle was in. Hey! HOLD IT! the young prince's girly voice rang out, stopping the group dead in their tracks. That belongs to my family! Give it back, you... you lowlifes! The petite boy held his torch aloft and placed his other hand on his hip, expecting the scoundrels to yield to his very imposing presence. That's when he remembered that he hadn't taken his weapon along. That, and... he was in his panties. Uuuhm... a troubled expression arose on the sheltered teen's pretty face as he found himself face-to-face with some of the city's less than upstanding citizens.