In ancient days, on another planet very similar but very different to our own, there was a small kingdom near the northern edge of the world known as Snjórland. It was a peaceful little country, isolated from the continental mainland devoid of war, famine or plague. In fact, you might even say it was quite boring as hardly any sort of significant event had happened there in the last few centuries.
Our focus will be on Prince Gyllen, the last in line for the throne and the solitary male of the four current successors, though just by looking you may mistake him for one of the princesses. His delicate, doll-like facial features combined with his beauteous, bright, blond hair that ran straight past his shoulders like woven silk would often make people think he was a woman at a glance, something he was quite sensitive about and it earned him the nickname 'Prince Pussy' among certain crude circles in the public. At the same time, however, he was also the subject of much jealousy, especially from the female staff at the castle. Most of them could only dream of having the same azure eyes that shone like gemstones or a slim physique that never seemed to get any fatter no matter how many royal feasts he attended. Depending who you ask, some people even think he is prettier than any of his three elder sisters.
The prince was currently taking a holiday in the countryside far from the capital city. A whole week of leisurely equestrianism and hill climbing in the beautiful mid-spring scenery of south Snjórland. The meadows were filled with colourful flowers, a refreshingly cool breeze blew with the gentle warm sun beating down on the land and the local village was hustling and bustling with festivals. It was all quite exciting for Gyllen as well since this was the first time the young man had ever gone away from home without a relative accompanying him but his mother insisted that a team of bodyguards would go with him. Because of this, Gyllen hardly felt anymore independent than he was before. It did get rather annoying as a cluster of soldiers surrounded him when he was trying to purchase things at the fair or when an obnoxious, clumsy gelding being ridden by a guard struggled to keep up with him on his beautiful, white mare. Despite this, the prince did have fun for his six days stay, staying in a villa the royal family owned just on the outskirts of the village.
On the sixth night, Gyllen decided to take a bath so he would be clean for returning home. The villa had a bathroom reserved for the royal household. The majority of the room was one big pool lined with smooth stone benches with a single set of steps leading down into the water. Gyllen was submerged in the hot, steamy liquid up to his elegant neck with his eyes closed and relaxed with nothing to keep him company apart from his own thoughts. His yellow hair had been washed with something called 'shampoo' he bought off a merchant from the orient that made his locks smell like sweet fruit. Usually, members of the royal family would have maids at their side to attend to every possible need they may require when scrubbing oneself but Gyllen specifically requested that he did not need the staff to help him bathe or dress himself. The main reason being he was extremely shy when it came to being nude, especially around other people, having a sense of unease whenever somebody could see his private parts even when he was but an innocent lad. Another reason was he saw no point as he could do all those things fine by himself other than it being an exclusive privilege to the nobility.
After he soaked himself enough, Gyllen climbed from the water. His fragile body was shining and dripping, completely bald save for his immaculately trimmed pubic hairs around his small, uncircumcised penis that dangled down. The prince took a small, fluffy towel from a bar fixed onto the wall and began to dry himself, starting with his feet. Just as he was rubbing the towel on his shapely bum, the door swung open and one of the guards came through. Gyllen jump slightly in fright, turned around to face him and fumbled with the small towel to barley cover his crotch and chest.
"Hey, Prince Gyllen!" The guard said.
"R-Robert!" Gyllen exclaimed with his face blushing.
"Just checking to see if you're alright." Robert said to him with a smile, oblivious that Gyllen was distressed to Hel and back.
"Get out!" The prince shouted at him by reflex with a strain in his voice. With that, Rob jumped back through the entrance in surprise and alarm, stumbling over himself and almost forgetting to close the door behind him. Gyllen laxed once more, realising how boorish he must have acted to the poor soldier and went back to dispiritedly drying himself with sigh and a frown before he noticed that his cock was at half-mast with the idea of being seen naked by the handsome soldier, clenching at the towel in frustration. "Gods...why was I born with such a perverted mind...?"
Gyllen eventually left the bathroom dressed in baby blue nightwear consisting of a shirt and trousers with a darker shaded gown over them and a pair of white slippers on his feet. His hair seemed to glow like gold, thanks to the shampoo, as the sides of it hanged over his chest with the back going past his shoulders. Robert was waiting on the opposite side of the hallway with his back against the wall, standing back up straight as he saw his vassal approach him.
"Your majesty, please forgive my insolence!" Robert fell to his knee in a genuflect to the prince with a serious look on his face.
"Ah! No, no! It's not your fault!" Gyllen said all flustered as he helped the guard back onto his feet. "I understand you've only been made my protector recently and haven't had time to familiarise yourself with my...um...special rules yet. I shouldn't have even snapped like that over something so trivial."
"Oh, really?" Rob's face and voice became less intense. "Either way, I'm sorry..."
"Why did you even come in like that in the first place?"
"Well, you see..." Robert said scratching the back on his neck.
"It was Mother again, wasn't it?" Gyllen guessed. Robert nodded in confirmation after a brief pause.
"She gave me certain instructions to watch over you." Robert answered the prince. "I was suppose to check after a while to see if you hadn't fallen asleep in the bath or something. With us both being lads and all, I didn't think you would be too bothered."
"Uh, why must mother be so protective of me?" Gyllen groaned, hand to his forehead. "When will she understand that I'm not a child anymore? It's not like my sisters have an array of soldiers to follow them about every waking hour."
"To be fair, my liege, they are all older than you."
"Hmph! If you ask me, Eir still needs babysitters..."
"Oh! Speaking of your sisters, a messenger just came by and informed us that Princess Jern had won against the Gela Army this morning. She'll be coming home to celebrate in a couple of months."
"Oh, gods..." Gyllen muttered under his breath. Jern was famous (or infamous, depending who you ask) for two things: being a mighty warrior and for throwing the most obnoxiously boisterous victory parties in the country.
Robert walked with Gyllen to the room he was staying in, just casually chatting away like two old friends rather than royalty and his bodyguard.
"Did you see all the monsters hanging about at the festivals, my prince?" Rob asked.
