Back when I was young and completely clueless, I accepted everyone around me without thinking twice. I did not question intentions, motives, or hidden meanings, because to me, people were just people. I had so many friends that it felt like my life was constantly full, loud, and moving forward. Every day felt busy in a good way, like I mattered simply by existing.
I was the cool girl, the kind everyone wanted to be around. I was invited everywhere, talked to by everyone, and treated like I belonged no matter where I went. At that age, I genuinely believed it would always stay that way, that friendships were permanent and that acceptance was something you earned once and kept forever.
That illusion shattered the moment I reached the age where boys started asking me out.
One after another, it happened again and again. One, two, three, and then more. Suddenly, the attention changed, and so did the way people looked at me. They did not see a friend anymore, or at least not just a friend. They came after me like I was alcohol to them, like a drug they could not stay away from no matter how hard they tried to pretend otherwise.
It was overwhelming, confusing, and uncomfortable in ways I did not yet have the words to describe. What once felt like genuine connection started to feel like expectation, pressure, and entitlement. I began to understand that acceptance often comes with conditions, especially when you grow into something others think they are allowed to want.
Fuck our ancestors for creating this bullshit system just to rule motherfuckers—.
"Lily, if they find that diary again, you'll get the worst whooping." A deep, manly voice came from behind her, but it had something to it… the way he articulated it had some sweetness in it.
"Oh yeah?" Lily turned back, slamming the diary closed. "That's what everybody wants… my ass!" she suddenly shouted at William. "You want my ass too?!" Her veins popped on his forehead as she pointed straight at him.
Meanwhile, William himself was just… lying there on her bed, completely still, staring up at her. "Me?"
"Yeah, you!" Lily shouted again. "The Princess of Saillimes, the charismatic, muscular boy with blue eyes, perfect symmetry, and, according to reports, a massive dick!"
"Whoa… so you actually saw it?" William asked back laughing.
"Did I see it…?" Lily's voice suddenly dropped low as she turned around, grabbed a newspaper, and tossed it at him. "The headline says Princess William Elephant! And, more importantly… like, do you want me???" she yelled, her voice raised once again.
"Whoa, wait a second." He stood up from the bed and slowly walked up to her. "First of all, I don't want anything from you… I'm gay, you bitch!" He jabbed her in the shoulder, but it only fueled her anger.
To answer, Lily grabbed him by the shoulder and kicked his leg out, letting him free-fall to the ground.
"Then how the hell did you fuck that model?!" she demanded, shaking him. "You fucked the ultimate celebrity bitch, she's got seven kids by five different men and you… you fucked her? And she even took a picture of your dick while giving you head?!" She stood, still shaking him, snatching the newspaper from the bed. "This is a newspaper, an old ass newspaper that nobody read, but this shit's so insane that even they reported it! No one was reading before, but now you've boosted their sales, and the full fucking video is all over social media!"
The silence was something else… but, to be honest, it was worse for Lily, because her mind kept replaying the video, the sounds, the model moaning, choking, spitting, gagging… it was disgusting, and even worse is the fact that the man in the video is William… the same William who has been gay since she knew him.
"It was—"
"I know!" Lily interrupted him before he could say anything, still lightly shaking him. "I'm angry because you still agreed to it, to this bullshit social media stunt, this whole fake image of you! Twhole idea of making you look straight by publishing videos of you fucking and girls sucking your dick is the worst idea ever! Why can't you just be gay?! How much fucking money is your father sending to these whores for this? How much is going into this shit? This is the biggest bullshit I've ever seen!"
"Well, yeah…" William finally managed to speak, but Lily cut him off again immediately.
"How the fuck do you even get hard?" she asked, so seriously that William knew he couldn't laugh it off. He had to answer properly.
"…Pills. Erection pills."
The silence stretched out, long and embarrassing as confusion crossed Lily's face as she stared into WIlliam eyes. Until now, she had assumed he could get hard on his own with women, just by seeing their bodies, by being touched by them… but realizing he needed pills only made her angrier.
"So you take pills to get hard…" she began slowly, almost whispering. "…then you stick your dick into those paid bitches your dad or his fucking team hires, they make pictures and videos, and then they leak them on purpose to… un‑gay you?" She let out a bitter laugh. "What the fuck."
"Lily," William finally spoke, but it was different as she pushed Lily off from herself and stood up from the ground. "Stop this, please… we went over it how many times?"
"Stop it? William, you are being—"
"Lily!" William's voice snapped through the room, sharp, powerful, trembling with a kind of anger she had never heard from him before. "Do you think I like this? Do you think I'm okay with it?! That I enjoy any of this?!" You don't understand. You have no idea what it's like to be me. To have everyone looking at you, every single step, every single move, expecting you to be someone you're not. And if you fail… if you aren't exactly what they want… then you're nothing. Nothing but a mistake. A disappointment."
His voice grew louder, rougher, cracking with something deeper than anger, as he stared right into Lily's eyes. "I have nothing that isn't tied to their expectations. And I… God, I have to pretend. I have to pretend I'm straight. I have to act like every disgusting, fake thing they shove me into is okay… because if I don't… if I let even a glimpse of who I really am show… I am a disgrace. A disgrace to the same family that supposedly loved me my whole life. And suddenly, I'm not loved anymore. Suddenly, I'm a disappointment, a joke, a shame. To my father, to my aunt, to my mother, everyone. I'm a disgrace!"
For a long moment, the room was silent except for the sound of his ragged breathing. He stared at her, eyes wide, filled with pain, fury, and something like despair. He wasn't just angry, he was breaking, piece by piece, under the weight of a life that had never been his own.
"I—"
"You don't know shit. Nothing!" William cut in immediately. "I am pressured every single day to be something I am not. I'm forced to pursue, to touch, to pretend to love people I don't love. I have to erase myself just to fit into this role they built for me. All I ever wanted... all I wanted… was to be the next heir of the family, but because of these bullshit rules we were born into, because of these traditions that rot everything they touch, I'm not allowed to love who I love. Because that's 'not royal.' Because that's a disgrace to everyone. My own family said it to my face. They looked me in the eyes and told me I needed to change. To fix myself. To become someone else and now you're talking to me like this?" He let out a laugh. "You're a princess. People line up to be with you, to love you, to build a family with you. You're allowed to love, to choose, to be wanted. And that's your biggest fucking problem? That people want you too much?"
The silence that followed was long and heavy, but neither of them cried. Not a single tear fell… because they had known each other for fifteen years, and they had been through moments like this too many times already. Pain like this didn't come with tears anymore and still, Lily didn't back down, because even after all that, she wasn't ready to let go of her point.
"William… I know all of it so calm down big dick boy." She began as she put her hand on his shoulder. "But, your mother… your whole family, the relatives, your grandmother… everyone is watching how a girl is twerking on it, sucking it… every single fucking motion and sound is captured and on top of that… you're gay. I mean, I would say that's—
"Why don't you two just fuck, and then everyone gets the best outcome?" Suddenly a familiar voice came from the door. "I mean, if you two are together, nothing would hurt. Just pretending or something."
"Oh, Silvia, you're a mastermind." Lily said, shaking her head, "but no, there's no way, and I want to find someone real." She paused, thinking about what they had discussed before, William being gay, kissing in public to fake a relationship. No emotion, no feelings.
"Then maybe with me," Silvia said, smiling at William. "Maybe I could handle your… big and thick—"
"Nah. Sorry," William interrupted Siliva. Maybe the way was disrespectful, too short, maybe too direct, but he didn't care. "I mean… I want to be the first openly gay ruler with a husband. How cool would that be?"
"Hmm… that's sad. I could've enjoyed you." Silvia said, shrugging, "but to be honest, I only came here to tell everyone dinner is in half an hour. Get ready." She winked at William while slowly pushing her hand down on her body, but all it did was just make both William and Lily uncomfortable as fuck, and she left.
"She's a bigger bitch than the ones you fuck." Lily whispered as Silvia left, and she was right about it.
Even her dress screamed 'bitch who wants to get fucked.'
Her tits pressed against the thin fabric, no bra underneath, nipples clearly visible through the sheer material, and even her ass was on full display, her red thong teasingly visible beneath the tight dress… like a fucking succubus.
"True." William said, shaking his head. "A prostitute princess… that's sadder than both of us."
"Well… for a million? I'd do the same if I were desperate enough." Lily laughed as she hugged William. "Sorry, I went a bit overboard."
"No problem, baby. We're both desperate for change. But let's get it together."
"Yeah… but stop grabbing my ass like it's a stress ball." Lily said, laughing.
"Sorry, I just felt the need to grab something." William chuckled, stepping back. "This night is going to be torture."
"This is what we got." Lily said, as she let out a long sigh and hugged William more firmly. "Royals… that's who we are."
"Yeah…" William replied, and after a long silence he moved toward the door, but before leaving looked back. "Get ready, put on your dress, and pray, pray that nothing bad happens today." He paused for a moment, looking back at her, and there was something in his eyes she hadn't seen before, a mixture of worry, of acknowledgment that whatever was coming.
Then he stepped out, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving Lily alone with the silence.
Silence while preparing for the royal ball, which will be attended by all the princes and princesses.
The biggest shitshow ever.