<code>WINTER, FIRST YEAR OF THE REIGN OF PRINCE REGENT ALDEN I</code>The grand hall of the castle was alive with the hum of celebration, the air thick with the scent of roasted meats and the sweet tang of wine. Candles flickered in their sconces, casting a warm, golden glow over the gathered nobility. For all the splendor, Prince Alden’s mind was elsewhere. His fingers tightened around the stem of his goblet, his stomach a knot of nerves. Tonight was the night. The wedding had been a whirlwind of ceremony and tradition, but now, in the privacy of their chambers, the truth would have to come out.He glanced across the room at his new wife, Princess Sabine. She was radiant in her ivory gown, her dark hair cascading in soft waves over her shoulders. She laughed softly at something a courtier said, but Alden could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers fidgeted with the lace of her sleeve. She was nervous too. He couldn’t blame her. They’d only met that morning, their union sealed by politics rather than affection. The confirmation of their match had come only months prior, allowing for a few letters exchanged between them, but nothing else. Now, they were expected to become husband and wife in every sense of the word.The feast dragged on, but eventually, the guests began to disperse, their drunken laughter echoing down the stone corridors. Alden and Sabine were led to their chambers by a procession of servants, the door closing behind them with a soft click. The room was dimly lit, the fire in the hearth casting a warm, flickering light over the silk-draped bed. For a long moment, they stood in silence, the weight of the unspoken hanging heavy between them.Alden took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. “Sabine,” he began, his voice trembling slightly. “There’s something I need to tell you. Something… important.”She turned to him, her dark eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. “What is it, Alden?”He swallowed hard, his palms slick with sweat. “I… I’m not like other men. I have a secret. One that I’ve kept hidden my entire life.” He paused, searching her face for any sign of judgment or disgust. “I was born… different. I have a body that doesn’t match the expectations of a prince. I have a… a cunt.”Sabine’s eyebrows shot up, her lips parting in surprise. For a moment, Alden feared the worst—that she would recoil, that she would scream for the guards, that she would reject him entirely. But then, to his astonishment, a slow smile spread across her face. Relief flooded him as she stepped closer, her hands reaching out to take his.“Alden,” she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion. “I have a secret too.” She hesitated, then took a deep breath. “This is not the body I was born into either. My journey to womanhood has been different than most."She glanced at Alden's face, seeing nothing but faint confusion. "I have a cock.”Alden blinked, his mind struggling to process her words. Then, as the reality of what she’d said sunk in, a laugh bubbled up from his chest, wild and unrestrained. Sabine joined him, her laughter mingling with his, the tension of the evening dissolving in an instant. They clung to each other, their bodies shaking with mirth, the absurdity of their situation too much to bear.When their laughter finally subsided, they stood there, foreheads pressed together, breath mingling in this shared space.

Prince Alden marries Princess Sabine in a hastily arranged marriage in a grand hall, although they have never met before the wedding. Later, in their chambers, Alden reveals to Sabine his secret that he was born with a body different than expected for a prince. Sabine also tells Alden that She too was born differently, hinting that there is no secret of expectations to limit how one loves, but rather how one loves is the important thing.

WINTER, FIRST YEAR OF THE REIGN OF PRINCE REGENT ALDEN I

The grand hall of the castle was alive with the hum of celebration, the air thick with the scent of roasted meats and the sweet tang of wine. Candles flickered in their sconces, casting a warm, golden glow over the gathered nobility. For all the splendor, Prince Alden’s mind was elsewhere. His fingers tightened around the stem of his goblet, his stomach a knot of nerves. Tonight was the night. The wedding had been a whirlwind of ceremony and tradition, but now, in the privacy of their chambers, the truth would have to come out.

He glanced across the room at his new wife, Princess Sabine. She was radiant in her ivory gown, her dark hair cascading in soft waves over her shoulders. She laughed softly at something a courtier said, but Alden could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers fidgeted with the lace of her sleeve. She was nervous too. He couldn’t blame her. They’d only met that morning, their union sealed by politics rather than affection. The confirmation of their match had come only months prior, allowing for a few letters exchanged between them, but nothing else. Now, they were expected to become husband and wife in every sense of the word.

The feast dragged on, but eventually, the guests began to disperse, their drunken laughter echoing down the stone corridors. Alden and Sabine were led to their chambers by a procession of servants, the door closing behind them with a soft click. The room was dimly lit, the fire in the hearth casting a warm, flickering light over the silk-draped bed. For a long moment, they stood in silence, the weight of the unspoken hanging heavy between them.

Alden took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. “Sabine,” he began, his voice trembling slightly. “There’s something I need to tell you. Something… important.”

She turned to him, her dark eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. “What is it, Alden?”

He swallowed hard, his palms slick with sweat. “I… I’m not like other men. I have a secret. One that I’ve kept hidden my entire life.” He paused, searching her face for any sign of judgment or disgust. “I was born… different. I have a body that doesn’t match the expectations of a prince. I have a… a cunt.”

Sabine’s eyebrows shot up, her lips parting in surprise. For a moment, Alden feared the worst—that she would recoil, that she would scream for the guards, that she would reject him entirely. But then, to his astonishment, a slow smile spread across her face. Relief flooded him as she stepped closer, her hands reaching out to take his.

“Alden,” she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion. “I have a secret too.” She hesitated, then took a deep breath. “This is not the body I was born into either. My journey to womanhood has been different than most."

She glanced at Alden's face, seeing nothing but faint confusion. "I have a cock.”

Alden blinked, his mind struggling to process her words. Then, as the reality of what she’d said sunk in, a laugh bubbled up from his chest, wild and unrestrained. Sabine joined him, her laughter mingling with his, the tension of the evening dissolving in an instant. They clung to each other, their bodies shaking with mirth, the absurdity of their situation too much to bear.

When their laughter finally subsided, they stood there, foreheads pressed together, breath mingling in this shared space.

The prince of a small kingdom and noblewoman get married on the day they meet. They seem a great match, but they both harbor a big secret. The two are more alike than they know. The first three chapters happen on their wedding night, and the ensuing chapters follow their first year together. 

This story is generated using detailed prompts and edited for cohesion. If you notice inconsistencies in a chapter, it is likely under construction. 

The Ballad of Alden and Sabine

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