Thread: Crossdressing stops wars (Riven and Dimitrios)

While the king looked mildly alarmed at the forward question, the queen was more adept in coping with those of varying natures. Her hand was set at her husbands shoulder and she smiled endearingly to her king before turning back to her guests. Oh, there's no need to be forgiven. He's come a long way for a girl he hasn't yet seen, but I assure you, her attention turning to Dante and her smile widening a fraction, you will not be disappointed. There is no one like her in all the world. She will join us shortly. However, Cass's mother was obligated to stall a bit and as such returned to polite and a tempered enthusiasm for business and the unity of kingdoms. Lengthy documents had been drawn up and needed to be reviewed before the wedding proceeded. Nothing out of the ordinary but a clear understanding of what will take place because of the union for both countries. It gave Cass time to get outside. He could hardly breathe in the corset, but it did give him a more pronounced shape a slight curve at his waist, and his hips more prominent. Unlike his mother's attire, the dress didn't flare out but was meant to utilize the natural jut of a woman's hips, causing the fabric to fall and pool like water at the wearer's feet. Thankfully, his parents having planned for occasions like this, made sure it wasn't a new event for Cass and he moved with a specter's grace. It didn't take long for him to follow out after his mother but several feet away from the company he paused. By clothing and age alone it wasn't difficult to decide which of them was which and his husband was, by all accounts, intimidating. Dante was going to kill Cass, he was certain. His mother had sentenced her only child to death and their country to war after this charade was up. It was at that thought that his mother turned, having heard the approach. Cassandra, she stated smoothly, come over. The queen's hand was held out to her child. Cass had his eyes fixated on Dante, imagining a thousand horrible moments of discovery, but at the prompting, which he knew was less friendly than it appeared, he moved. At the side of his mother he came to stop. The elder woman preformed introductions and suggested to the other supposed adults to leave the children for a time and go inside for something to eat after their journey. Dante and Cassandra may certainly join when they feel ready, but perhaps they would enjoy a moment alone. It had been remarkable that Cass had gotten away with mere nods and limited curtseys until now. His eyes flicked to her at the suggestion and he smiled mildly. Thank you, Mother. Cass's voice was quiet and light. Without force behind it there wasn't a trace of masculinity though it certainly avoided any childlike quality. He was not thrilled about being alone with... that his gaze returned to Dante and then dropped to the ground. The longer he went on staring the more his mother would notice and think it rude. Not that looking down was any better, though it may have appeared coy, Cass had caught sight of the swords and could feel himself pale. Not that Dante needed them to end his wife whom he could break with his hands, but... Cass set his hand to his stomach again, knowing it wasn't going to help him breathe, but doing it should have been comforting. He'd seen women do it thousands of times. And it was comforting to some extent, calming to feel a pressure that wasn't the bite of a corset. When their parents had agreed and retreated to the indoors and there was no one left to watch leave, Cassian turned back to Dante. Thank you for coming. They'll be so pleased with this marriage. Cass couldn't include himself. Everyone will. I've heard so much about you and your victories. It was disgusting small talk, a habit he'd adopted from his mother under unpleasant situations. He didn't understand the point of it other than it was a feminine hobby to talk of nothing.