Archie quickly went upstairs heading towards the hallway where his and Dylan's bedchamber was.

"He keeps saying he's not a woman... but the way it takes to get ready, he looks like one..." he muttered as he was going upstairs.

Finally he arrived in the royal quarters and walked to the door of Dylan's bedchamber.

He opened the door, "So…" he frowned as soon as he saw Dylan.

He walked in and closed the door.

He folded his hands and looked Dylan up and down.

Dylan was already dressed. He was wearing the dress Archie had bought him the day before for the prom. His hair was curly and fell over his chest.

Dylan was really beautiful for a man.

"Are you sure you're not a woman?" Archie asked in an ironic tone.

"How about tonight you cram your ass for me... maybe like that you'll be sure if I'm a man or not," Dylan glared at him.

Archie frowned.

Lizha coughed.

"Excuse your highnesses… but I'm still here…" said Lizha, smoothing Dylan's dress.

Dylan and Archie continued to stare.

"I was worried... I thought maybe your menstrual cramps had started and you couldn't go to the ball..."

"Go to hell Archie..."

Lizha gave a slight laugh.

"Aren't you done?" Dylan asked looking at Lizha.

"I'm just finishing..." Lizha continued to smooth her dress.

"Great..."

Archie leaned against the door with his arms still crossed.

"Wow... the Princess of Greavaria wants to be the last to arrive... She wants attention, doesn't she?" Archie asked, still mocking.

"After a week comes another..." Dylan said, glaring at his husband.

Archie flashed a teasing smile.

"I m done..." Lizha said, pulling away from Dylan.

Lizha looked at both of them and felt a strange air between them.