Being as fragile as he was, Aspen couldn't very well be allowed on the battlefield, no matter how much he wanted. But... he was good at scholarly pursuits. It was the only thing he could be good at, really. Though young, he'd managed to do quite a lot on his own and even more with tutors and schooling, but... it wasn't quite the same, either. He longed to be like his siblings, grew curious of the world outside of the castle with an insatiable drive. It'd been curbed quite quick by their father, and Aspen kept to himself more often than not, trying to explore his own way.
Camilla was always kind to him. Aspen adored the attention she gave him, though given he was quite starved for it, it made sense. Though he hadn't quite expected this. Looking up from his study, his folded wings perk a bit at her entrance, ambling over to take the bag and then-- ]
Wh--!
[ He stammers, his soft voice drawing down to a whisper, as if anyone else would hear him. ]
I... really? This--I could get you in trouble...!
[ But as he pulls it out and gives it a once over, it really does look pretty... ]
[Aspen being starved for attention was all the more reason for Camilla to give it. She viewed it as simply fulfilling a need, without thinking of how it fulfilled her needs. Because of that, she'd gladly take the risks.]
Don't worry, darling, I said it was just an excuse to get rid of excess fabric. [She hardly had time to sew in private these days, so she practiced her excuses to execute them flawlessly while talking with her other siblings or the noblewomen. Still, it warmed her heart for Aspen to worry for her so.]
No one knows where it's going, so you can at least try it without worrying. [she coaxes him gently. Despite the force and lack of mercy she uses against enemies of the kingdom, she'd never make Aspen do something.]
Mmm... well... you did make it, and I know how busy you are...
[ Aspen can't help but look a little guilty as he passes his fingertips across the fabric, unsure.
But... he was just going to try it, right? He bites his lower lip, thinking it over before a determined glint enters his eyes and he raises his gaze up to Camilla. ]
A--alright. I'll try it! [ He pulls the dress out of the bag fully, looking it over with a smile and draping it over his arm, though he falters as he almost takes off his cravat. He's hesitant, shy, his fair face turning a little pink. ]
Did you... want to see it on me? [ Maybe it's obvious, but... Camilla's kind, but not that kind, is she? ]
[Camilla lets him reason through it by himself. After all, she did have a plan, it wasn't entirely selfless. Still, if Aspen wasn't happy with it, then she wouldn't end up pushing it. She was just pretty sure he'd be happy with her plan, eventually. Her face lights up when he agrees with that little determined look.]
Oh, that makes me so happy to hear, [she coos, clasping her hands together. She hasn't moved an inch when Aspen starts undoing his cravat. After all, that shy face was too precious to bear.]
If it's not too much trouble, Aspen, darling... [she asks with that sort of downcast look, like she was truly excited to see it on him, but would of course back off... if he stood his ground and said so]
I can look away if you're too shy changing. [implying otherwise she would entirely stare]
[ None of their siblings were shy... and his mother hadn't been, his father certainly wasn't. As a result, he couldn't be. He lets out a soft huff, rubbing his cheek before he started to undress. As expected, though Aspen is relatively dainty (obviously gained his mother's nimble physique) he is still a man; still with a flat chest, even with his pinched-in waist and deceptively round hips. He doesn't undress completely because despite his protests, he is too shy to be completely naked in front of her, but just down to his breeches before he starts to pull the dress on, trying to be careful.
A dress is much easier to put on compared to the modifications to his shirts and jackets that're put in place to make him look like a good prince. Aspen lets out a loud sigh of relief, face still tinged a bit pink as his wings flutter with a telltale sign of happiness. ]
Do you really think this isn't strange?
[ He smooths the skirt down, expression turning from contented and shy to unsure. Even he can't deny that the dress she made for him fits like a glove, and really skews his appeal towards being more womanly. ]
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Being as fragile as he was, Aspen couldn't very well be allowed on the battlefield, no matter how much he wanted. But... he was good at scholarly pursuits. It was the only thing he could be good at, really. Though young, he'd managed to do quite a lot on his own and even more with tutors and schooling, but... it wasn't quite the same, either. He longed to be like his siblings, grew curious of the world outside of the castle with an insatiable drive. It'd been curbed quite quick by their father, and Aspen kept to himself more often than not, trying to explore his own way.
Camilla was always kind to him. Aspen adored the attention she gave him, though given he was quite starved for it, it made sense. Though he hadn't quite expected this. Looking up from his study, his folded wings perk a bit at her entrance, ambling over to take the bag and then-- ]
Wh--!
[ He stammers, his soft voice drawing down to a whisper, as if anyone else would hear him. ]
I... really? This--I could get you in trouble...!
[ But as he pulls it out and gives it a once over, it really does look pretty... ]
I... I don't know...
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Don't worry, darling, I said it was just an excuse to get rid of excess fabric. [She hardly had time to sew in private these days, so she practiced her excuses to execute them flawlessly while talking with her other siblings or the noblewomen. Still, it warmed her heart for Aspen to worry for her so.]
No one knows where it's going, so you can at least try it without worrying. [she coaxes him gently. Despite the force and lack of mercy she uses against enemies of the kingdom, she'd never make Aspen do something.]
[She would just encourage him.]
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[ Aspen can't help but look a little guilty as he passes his fingertips across the fabric, unsure.
But... he was just going to try it, right? He bites his lower lip, thinking it over before a determined glint enters his eyes and he raises his gaze up to Camilla. ]
A--alright. I'll try it! [ He pulls the dress out of the bag fully, looking it over with a smile and draping it over his arm, though he falters as he almost takes off his cravat. He's hesitant, shy, his fair face turning a little pink. ]
Did you... want to see it on me? [ Maybe it's obvious, but... Camilla's kind, but not that kind, is she? ]
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Oh, that makes me so happy to hear, [she coos, clasping her hands together. She hasn't moved an inch when Aspen starts undoing his cravat. After all, that shy face was too precious to bear.]
If it's not too much trouble, Aspen, darling... [she asks with that sort of downcast look, like she was truly excited to see it on him, but would of course back off... if he stood his ground and said so]
I can look away if you're too shy changing. [implying otherwise she would entirely stare]
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[ None of their siblings were shy... and his mother hadn't been, his father certainly wasn't. As a result, he couldn't be. He lets out a soft huff, rubbing his cheek before he started to undress. As expected, though Aspen is relatively dainty (obviously gained his mother's nimble physique) he is still a man; still with a flat chest, even with his pinched-in waist and deceptively round hips. He doesn't undress completely because despite his protests, he is too shy to be completely naked in front of her, but just down to his breeches before he starts to pull the dress on, trying to be careful.
A dress is much easier to put on compared to the modifications to his shirts and jackets that're put in place to make him look like a good prince. Aspen lets out a loud sigh of relief, face still tinged a bit pink as his wings flutter with a telltale sign of happiness. ]
Do you really think this isn't strange?
[ He smooths the skirt down, expression turning from contented and shy to unsure. Even he can't deny that the dress she made for him fits like a glove, and really skews his appeal towards being more womanly. ]