Leonel

Leonel was a prince; he was desired by thousands of princesses thanks to his beauty, physique... everything. He was tall, blond, thin but muscular. He was chivalrous, a little curt but polite, with good manners in every sense, and a role model for many. Despite his mature behavior, he used to be very funny, childish, and cheerful about everything.

His parents were among the kindest people; his mother, a kind and refined queen, and his father, someone serious but understanding.

Leonel turned 18 a month ago, which meant he should marry soon. His parents had traveled the entire kingdom in search of a woman worthy of their great son until they found Leonor, an educated, beautiful princess... basically the female version of Leonel.

Leonel's parents didn't hesitate to choose her; all that had happened a week ago. Today, minutes before Leonel and Leonor's wedding, they were going to meet.

Both enter a room where they were going to let them chat.

Leonel wore a suit, his blond hair combed and neatly styled. Leonor wore a white dress as delicate as she was. Her features, gestures... everything about Leonor made Leonel realize that his parents hadn't lied when they told him she was his female counterpart.

It's childish.