The Prince's Dearest Guards (The Prince's Dearest Guards, #1)

by Beau Van Dalen

Oftentimes, Hal feared most people were only being cordial and played along with his wishes to be recognized as man out of obligation, and not acceptance.

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If only I could get over my discomfort. If only I could love my body more. Hal cursed himself again. “This happens to me sometimes,” he admitted, his voice shook as he spoke, “even when I’m alone. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

oh boy, i feel this kind of dysphoria :(

“I merely feared, for a moment, that you would not want to touch something so unsightly,” he muttered, behind his teeth that were gritted with an anguish Hal wished he could somehow heal or wish away. “I do not think that you are unsightly, Kaiser,” Hal whispered: he stared down at his hand, where Kaiser’s pulse had accelerated upon hearing his words of reassurance.

“Is it not odd to you, that my body is like this? Do you not feel…” Hal averted his gaze. His throat tightened. Disgusted? he could not say the word aloud.

“In my travels, I have met many men like you. Perhaps, things are harder for you—having been raised a royal—but I assure you that your feelings are not difficult for me to understand, Your Highness.”

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