The Prince Is Actually a Princess?!
Chapter 9
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[Scene: The Breakfast Table – The Chaos Begins]
The next morning, Isla does the unthinkable.
She shows up to breakfast.
Adrian, already seated at the long dining table, glances up in mild shock.
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
[cheerfully] Good morning, dear fiancé!
Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)
[deadpan] No.
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
[blinking innocently] No?
Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)
[sets down his knife] You’re breaking the deal.
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
[gasping] What deal?
Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)
[pinching the bridge of his nose] No small talk over breakfast.
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
[grinning] Oh, that? I simply forgot.
Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)
[leaning back, crossing his arms] You’re doing this on purpose.
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
[sweetly] Doing what?
Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)
[gritted teeth] Testing my patience.
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
[mock gasp] Oh no, you’ve caught me again! Whatever shall I do?
Adrian exhales sharply and picks up his coffee. He will not engage. He will not—
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
[musing aloud] I do wonder, though… since we’re so comfortable with each other now, should I start calling you darling?
Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)
[chokes on his coffee]
He coughs violently, slamming his cup down as Isla watches in absolute delight.
Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)
[hoarse] Are you trying to kill me?
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
[sighs dramatically] Oh, if only. But alas, my mother insists I must marry you first.
Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)
[flatly] You’re insufferable.
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
[smiling, sipping her tea] Why, thank you, darling.
Adrian mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like I will end her.
And Isla? Isla just grins.
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[Scene: The Hallway – A Moment Too Close]
Isla is walking with all the grace of a princess who fully intends to make her fiancé’s life miserable.
Adrian is following, arms crossed, looking like he regrets every decision that led to this moment.
Isla stumbles—not dramatically, not on purpose (for once), but enough that she should hit the floor.
A hand catches her wrist, firm, steady.
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
[blinks, disoriented]
Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)
[ blinks, horrified]
Because Isla’s fingers twitch slightly, as if registering something off.
Adrian’s hand—too soft. Too smooth. Too… not a man’s.
For a second, the world pauses.
He snatches his hand back like he’s been electrocuted, shoving it behind his back so violently it nearly dislocates his shoulder.
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
[slowly, suspiciously] ...What the hell was that?
Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)
[too fast] Nothing.
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
[narrowing her eyes] Nothing? You just threw my hand away like it was cursed.
Adrian forces a neutral expression, failing miserably.
Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)
I don’t like—unnecessary contact.
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
[mock sympathy] Oh? But your hands are so… soft.
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
[thoughtfully, tilting her head] Strange, isn’t it? A warlord’s hands should be calloused. Rough. Weathered by battle.
A bead of sweat rolls down Adrian’s neck.
Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)
Silk gloves.
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
[raising a brow] Excuse me?
Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)
I wear silk-lined gloves. Expensive ones. High quality.
Isla hums, clearly not convinced.
A smirk that screams I don’t believe you, but I’ll let you suffer for now.
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
Hmm. I see.
She steps closer, slow, deliberate. Adrian does not step back—but it takes every ounce of restraint in his body.
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
You’re hiding something, dear fiancé.
Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)
And you’re imagining things, dear princess.
They hold each other’s gaze, tension thick.
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
We’ll see.
Adrian knows, in that moment, that Isla will not let this go.
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