Perceived Perceptions
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
13,005
Reviews:
81
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Prologue: Once Upon a Time
Title: Perceived Perceptions
Author: MakaiKitty
Rating: NC-17
Category: Original Fantasy
Warnings: Slash, Demon Sex, M/M, Non-Con, Crossdressing
Distribution: My website, My LJ and any LJs I choose to post at, AFF.net, FicWad, and DeviantArt. All of my accounts are under the user name MakaiKitty. If you\'d like to use it just let me know.
Status: Work in Progress
Author\'s Note: I just wanted to put up a teaser for my next fic. I\'ve just started a new job, so updates may not be as often as I\'d like, but I\'ll try to do something every week or so. Also, I\'ve tried to put up all of the warnings that I think I\'ll need, but be sure to check each chapter to see what\'s what. Thanks and enjoy!
Perceived Perceptions
Prologue: Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a beautiful princess in an enchanted castle. Or at least that\'s how most fairy tales begin ... but then again, this isn\'t exactly a fairy tale. Our story does take place once upon a time, but in this particular instance far, far away is an unhappy little kingdom in the northern forests of the first daemon realm. Within this kingdom there is a castle, although it\'s not exactly enchanted. The princess who resides in said castle isn\'t exactly a princess either, but rather a prince being forced to masquerade as a member of the fairer sex by his father the king.
Now, the king felt that he had a very good reason for forcing his son to live such a lie, and no amount of reasoning from anyone, including his eldest son, could convince him otherwise. Although things had not always been this way. The lovely Princess Constance, also known as Prince Constantine, had been born the second son of King Samuel the Fierce and his wife Queen Ophelia. Despite the fact that she had two beautiful sons the queen never seemed to take much of an interest in either her children or her husband, and shortly after her eldest son Christopher turned seventeen and came of age Queen Ophelia disappeared into one of the other daemon realms without so much as a word to her sons, her husband, or anyone else. Her departure was of no great surprise to the king, as theirs had been a political marriage and neither he nor his wife had been happy together from the beginning. Truth be told, the king had always preferred the company of attractive young males over that of his wife, and as such was glad to see her go. However, this left the king with a bit of a problem because in his kingdom it has always been a tradition that there be a lady of the house to handle all of the social commitments involved in upper-class society. The king knew that his nobles would look down upon his household if he remained long without a proper female to hold court in his castle, but being without either daughters or nieces, and having no wish to take another bride, he was decidedly short on options. Then an idea struck the king like a bolt of lightening ... his son! Had he himself not remarked often enough that his youngest son was as soft and dainty as a little girl? Had he not often joked that when the boy came of age he would have young princes, not eligible maidens, vying for his hand? If the child was already being mistaken for a girl then why not take advantage of the opportunity that had presented itself? And so the king decided that his youngest son would instead become his daughter.
Soon after this grand epiphany the king went about instituting his plan. First he let it be known that his supposedly immortal wife had suddenly taken ill and died from a very rare and incurable disease. Most who heard this story were hard-pressed to believe it, but none dared to question their king, and so the kingdom was sent into mourning for their supposedly deceased monarch. Then the king went about dealing with his sons. The king knew that his youngest child was terrified of him, often trembling at the mere sight of his father, and the king used this to his advantage when discussing the matter with the boy. After a relatively short discussion that consisted mostly of bullying and thinly veiled threats by the king, and of terrified nods and barely restrained tears from the prince, the king soon had his youngest son off to the tailor\'s salon with nary a protest from the boy. Dealing with his eldest son proved to be somewhat more difficult, but in the end there was nothing either boy could do to stop their father and they were eventually forced to bow to his wishes.
The isolated nature of their kingdom helped greatly in the king\'s deception, and before very long he began to believe that his plan might just work. The king ordered everyone within his lands to never speak of the young prince\'s existence and all of the servants were sworn to secrecy. Those who refused were sentenced to death immediately.
Lastly, the young prince was outfitted in the finest velvets and silks, his small and delicate frame aiding in the illusion of a feminine form. His heart-shaped face, well defined cheek bones and full, pouting lips, while already as pretty as many a well-bread maiden, were accentuated further by a multitude of skillfully applied cosmetics daily. His father even ordered that he allow his silky, golden brown hair be grown out until it finally fell down well past his waist. All of this combined made it inevitable that before too very long Prince Constantine was all but forgotten, having been completely replaced by the Princess Constance.
TBC ...
Author: MakaiKitty
Rating: NC-17
Category: Original Fantasy
Warnings: Slash, Demon Sex, M/M, Non-Con, Crossdressing
Distribution: My website, My LJ and any LJs I choose to post at, AFF.net, FicWad, and DeviantArt. All of my accounts are under the user name MakaiKitty. If you\'d like to use it just let me know.
Status: Work in Progress
Author\'s Note: I just wanted to put up a teaser for my next fic. I\'ve just started a new job, so updates may not be as often as I\'d like, but I\'ll try to do something every week or so. Also, I\'ve tried to put up all of the warnings that I think I\'ll need, but be sure to check each chapter to see what\'s what. Thanks and enjoy!
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a beautiful princess in an enchanted castle. Or at least that\'s how most fairy tales begin ... but then again, this isn\'t exactly a fairy tale. Our story does take place once upon a time, but in this particular instance far, far away is an unhappy little kingdom in the northern forests of the first daemon realm. Within this kingdom there is a castle, although it\'s not exactly enchanted. The princess who resides in said castle isn\'t exactly a princess either, but rather a prince being forced to masquerade as a member of the fairer sex by his father the king.
Now, the king felt that he had a very good reason for forcing his son to live such a lie, and no amount of reasoning from anyone, including his eldest son, could convince him otherwise. Although things had not always been this way. The lovely Princess Constance, also known as Prince Constantine, had been born the second son of King Samuel the Fierce and his wife Queen Ophelia. Despite the fact that she had two beautiful sons the queen never seemed to take much of an interest in either her children or her husband, and shortly after her eldest son Christopher turned seventeen and came of age Queen Ophelia disappeared into one of the other daemon realms without so much as a word to her sons, her husband, or anyone else. Her departure was of no great surprise to the king, as theirs had been a political marriage and neither he nor his wife had been happy together from the beginning. Truth be told, the king had always preferred the company of attractive young males over that of his wife, and as such was glad to see her go. However, this left the king with a bit of a problem because in his kingdom it has always been a tradition that there be a lady of the house to handle all of the social commitments involved in upper-class society. The king knew that his nobles would look down upon his household if he remained long without a proper female to hold court in his castle, but being without either daughters or nieces, and having no wish to take another bride, he was decidedly short on options. Then an idea struck the king like a bolt of lightening ... his son! Had he himself not remarked often enough that his youngest son was as soft and dainty as a little girl? Had he not often joked that when the boy came of age he would have young princes, not eligible maidens, vying for his hand? If the child was already being mistaken for a girl then why not take advantage of the opportunity that had presented itself? And so the king decided that his youngest son would instead become his daughter.
Soon after this grand epiphany the king went about instituting his plan. First he let it be known that his supposedly immortal wife had suddenly taken ill and died from a very rare and incurable disease. Most who heard this story were hard-pressed to believe it, but none dared to question their king, and so the kingdom was sent into mourning for their supposedly deceased monarch. Then the king went about dealing with his sons. The king knew that his youngest child was terrified of him, often trembling at the mere sight of his father, and the king used this to his advantage when discussing the matter with the boy. After a relatively short discussion that consisted mostly of bullying and thinly veiled threats by the king, and of terrified nods and barely restrained tears from the prince, the king soon had his youngest son off to the tailor\'s salon with nary a protest from the boy. Dealing with his eldest son proved to be somewhat more difficult, but in the end there was nothing either boy could do to stop their father and they were eventually forced to bow to his wishes.
The isolated nature of their kingdom helped greatly in the king\'s deception, and before very long he began to believe that his plan might just work. The king ordered everyone within his lands to never speak of the young prince\'s existence and all of the servants were sworn to secrecy. Those who refused were sentenced to death immediately.
Lastly, the young prince was outfitted in the finest velvets and silks, his small and delicate frame aiding in the illusion of a feminine form. His heart-shaped face, well defined cheek bones and full, pouting lips, while already as pretty as many a well-bread maiden, were accentuated further by a multitude of skillfully applied cosmetics daily. His father even ordered that he allow his silky, golden brown hair be grown out until it finally fell down well past his waist. All of this combined made it inevitable that before too very long Prince Constantine was all but forgotten, having been completely replaced by the Princess Constance.
TBC ...