In many ways I’m just like Ellie— excuse me, Her Majesty Elaina Marianna Naltyr, Queen of Ryndale, Stewardess of the Midlands, Protector of… ah, well you get the point.

We have the same long, radiant blonde straight hair (though she has begun curling hers as of late, the latest fashion and all), the same ocean-blue eyes, the same full lips, the same aloof idle expression, the same pale white skin, the same thin, supple build. Not to mention much of the same wardrobe. We’re mistaken for one another decently often, our mutual use of the nickname ‘Ellie’ from those closest to us no help either.

You see, she and I, Elliot, grew very close following the sacking of Tine and the death of our parents. Close as time would allow, of course, with her thrust into the responsibilities of a ruler. And with that closeness came a habit of mine to wear women’s clothes, makeup, to comport myself much as my sister does in many regards. This hasn’t been without consequences of course, I’m a pariah at this prudish court and its prudish society, such behavior as mine unacceptable. Many question how we’re related, insisting I ought to be sent off out of the capital to some country mansion to avoid tainting her good name.

But she prefers to have me close at hand. While our time together is sparse her face lights up when she sees me in the palace halls, wearing the matching gown she had sent to me. She’s demure yet authoritative, a royal in all regards. By compare I’m far more troublesome, traipsing off with noble strangers and well-known commoners my kind ought not comport with (according to our advisors) alike. In many ways I feel it my duty, to live the carefree, adventurous lifestyle Ellie cannot. In much the same way, I happily act something as her doll. She has on more than one occasion given me something appallingly garish to wear just to ascertain whether it would look any good on her.

This of course has lead to a degree of sexual deviancy, a facet of my life I’m eager to explore in earnest, and one which Elaina is curious to hear more of.

Ah, but I’ve an afternoon engagement I agreed I’d attend, so I’d best be off.

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Something set in the Victorian or Edwardian eras, today. A royal man who behaves much more like a spoiled princess, eager to engage in all manner of thrill-chasing and pleasure-seeking.

That takes me to you, whoever you are! Just about any character you like might be suitable, I (and therefore Elliot) am pansexual and a switch, though I lean towards the submissive side. In the event Elliot ever occupies a dominant role it will be rather soft-handed and he is not one to dominate other men— sorry if that was your hope!

Perhaps you wish to play Elaina herself, some other noble, a foreign diplomat, a rich merchant, a working commoner, whatever you have in mind can work but I do ask they be well developed.

As for kinks that might work here, I’m fond of feminization (of course), facesitting, sloppy blowjobs, cunnilingus, rimming, anal training, clothed sex, brothels, foot play, interchanging he/him and she/her pronouns for Elliot, older partners, rough sex, spanking, creampies, lots of cum, breeding talk, cuckolding (though not involving Elaina, putting the moves on a Queen is a bit outside of what I can suspend disbelief for), being ridden, chastity, forced orgasms, dress up, dub-con, risky sex, makeovers, being bratty, and not to mention story, political intrigue, court drama, etc.

None of these are particularly required beyond at least you being comfortable with Elliot being a femme male, of course. That said, I would like there be a story that keeps us engaged beyond just hedonistic pleasure. There can be a degree of that too should we like, but something ought to be happening in this nation of ours.

I think that’s all I have for now. Please send me a message (not a Chat) if you’re interested in playing alongside Ellie!