you can call me queen bee

<div align=center>There was something about the day that seemed off, something strange was in the air that was somehow different from usual, and whether it was just a trick of the mind or the boy propped up on his elbow on the bed in the room that was making the day seem off. Doe eyes flickered across the room and to the door and chestnut hair tumbled gracefully over his shoulders, topped by a silvery tiara fashioned out of a piece of foil. Sunlight filtered through the open window and made the aluminium glint majestically, the boy glanced idly at his nails, before reaching a hand down to flatten the soft, sapphire silk that covered his freshly shaven legs.

How he'd gotten into Gabriel's room in the first place wasn't all that clear, though that was perhaps the last question circulating the situation. There was a regal appearance about him. At first glance he looked more or less exactly like a beautiful women, though lacking a few vital aspects that one of those might have. He suited the garment, and the sapphire silks made his skin glow a beautiful ivory reminiscent of a winter's moon. The sleeves were long and wide at the opening, it made him appear as some kind of exotic queen, though perhaps that was the idea.

How he'd afforded that dress was another question entirely, the garment looked expensive, and the jewels around his neck even more so. A noise caught his attention, and his eyes flickered lazily back to the door as someone attempted to enter. The boy lifted an eyebrow, "I bid you entry, my lord."</div>

<div align=center>William made no move whatsoever to get up to greet Gabriel, there was still no indication on how he got into the room in the first place. Perhaps he'd had a key cut without Gabe knowing, though that was unlikely- not impossible, but unlikely. He scowled when he was addressed, and held a hand out. "Your Grace." He corrected, eyes darting up to meet the older boy's. One of his knees bent it's self up a short way, he dropped his hand and turned his head up, only adding to that regal air that hung around him. Whether he was merely playing, or something else... It wasn't clear, but it was probably a good idea for Gabe to play along at the moment.

He'd appreciated the bow, however, and a charming little smile graced his face where the scowl had once been. He felt the flush that came from his boyfriend, and that only made the situation worse- or better, depending on how you wanted to look at it. The boy flipped over onto his stomach, propping himself up on both elbows, his legs bent upward. William's dress rode up ever so slightly as he moved, falling to about mid-thigh. Though he didn't seem to notice, and if he had, he didn't seem to care.

"You've kept me waiting," he murmured, his brow creasing again. "I don't like to wait." He looked the older boy up and down, his tiara had slipped slightly when he'd shifted position and was lying slightly skew-iff on the top of his head. </div>

<div align=center>"Forgiven." William purred softly, a short trail of laughter leaving his lips. He pouted ever so slightly, making kissy faces at the older boy. He was a princess now, or at least that was what his head was telling him- which meant that he could have anything he wanted. If that meant Gabriel - which right now it did - he'd persist until he got what he wanted. Which at the moment, didn't look like it would be all that difficult. He reached a hand back to smooth out his dress, which only really drew it up a little further and defined his figure a little more.

The smile was back on his face again and the material of his dress had dropped down to expose his collar bones. "I'm sure you won't do it again, will you?" He asked, softly, one of his legs dropping softly down to the bed. "I hope not." He tilted his head to the side as he spoke, "I wouldn't want to have to discipline you." There was a hint of suggestibility in his voice as he spoke, and suddenly the little stuttering mess that was William Beckett seemed like an almost completely different person.

"Anyhow, you're here so I can name you my hand." He told Gabe, his voice raising a few tones since the last time he'd spoken. A princess needed some sort of guidance, after all - especially if she were to become a queen. Though whether she listened to it or not was her own choice entirely.</div>

<div align=center>Evidently, Gabriel's choice of words had pleased the boy. A wide smile spread across his effeminate features, and he gradually brought himself up to a sitting position, flattening his skirts and tucking a strand of long, chestnut hair behind his ear. He leaned forward into the kiss, giggling softly and reaching a hand out to push the older boy away. "That's a brash move." An eyebrow flicked up, "you can't just kiss me. I'm to be your queen." Though his voice didn't carry any kind of malice, and the smile was still painted upon his features. "Aren't you lucky that I don't really mind?" He asked, head tilting to the side.

"My hand." William confirmed, looking up to meet Gabe's eye. "A queen needs some kind of guidance, doesn't she?" He asked pointedly, laughing softly and leaning back on his hands. "Don't you want to rule alongside me? You're the only one I trust with the job." This all seemed very serious to be a game, though it was probably a better idea for Gabriel not to question it. Playing along was currently in his best interest, a hissy fit from 'Princess' William was most likely ten times worse than it usually was.

Whatever had snapped in William's mind had sent him completely up the wall, or for the time being at least. This most likely wasn't a permanent thing, but in the meanwhile, William's only goal was to become queen of the realm. His eventual plan was to have Gabriel 'rule beside him' as his hand, or perhaps even king in the long run. The boy considered the notion for a moment, joining our houses would make me powerful. The boy leaned forward a little further. "What say you of it?" He asked, "backing out would make you a traitor, mind you."</div>

<div align=center>"Hm." William paused for a moment, biting back a small yawn. "But that also means you are a weakness to me." He was beginning to feel lonely and clingy. The boy shifted uncomfortably and shuffled backwards against the wall. He reached a hand up to straighten his foil tiara, and cleared his throat. "Since, I assume you are aware of my feelings toward you, yes?" He lifted an eyebrow in Gabriel's direction, "this makes you a weakness to me. They'll use you against me. So it's best we keep it quiet." Regardless of the fact that most people knew they were dating. William hadn't even explained anything.

The boy frowned, "no it's not..." He tilted his head to the side, "isn't it something stupid? Like Eduardo?" WIlliam didn't remember. He shook his head, disregarding it. He leaned forward a little, sticking both arms out and mumbling something at the other boy. He might have been so delusional as to believe he was royalty, but even royalty wanted cuddles, especially William. William's 'game' was very likely psychosis rather than anything else, Princess William would very likely not appreciate being called insane though, and she'd very likely throw a hissy fit that'd end up with a fake execution.

He was pleased to hear that Gabe had agreed to be his hand though, it merely gave him an excuse to spend lots of wasted time talking about battle plans and plans for the kingdom. "I'm glad you aren't a traitor. That'd suck."</div>