All Chapters of The Crown Prince Thinks I'm a Guy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

 After eating a hearty meal for dinner, I realized I had a few more hours before midnight. Regardless, I tried to keep myself busy by double checking and re-double checking my huge backpack. Now, I had to make sure I perfectly looked like a boy.I found myself staring at myself in the mirror, twirling my curly hair around. It wasn't exactly very long. After all, I was still very young. But, I can't help but be filled with a sense of loss when the time came for me to lose it.The pair of scissors was ice cold in my hands, and I had the urge to throw it away. I knew I had to do this, but this particular part was the hardest part, I suppose. It was the final symbol; I really was saying goodbye to my life as a woman."Well..." I muttered. "An owlet's gotta lose the downy feathers before it could fly."With that, I heard the few sounds of 'snip, snip' as I cut down my brown hair, up until it was no longer possible to be held up anymore. Making mys

 The afternoon sun was still bright above me. The carriage rental was only a few blocks away from one of the smaller city gates. The business keeper was nice and fair, and had prepared for us an adequate vehicle pulled by two roan horses. Old Man Farseer was as silent as he was wise. Janmira, the ghost, was gladly keeping her head low under her hood, the color of which now changed into a darker, more neutral shade than the bright orange.I thought about that color. When I think of orange, I see the fruit with the same name and weirdly, I thought of friendship. Sweet, a little bit acidic, maybe even bitter. But, nonetheless, still something you would want to savor.Miss Hestia was my friend. And now, she's gone.I kept hold of her letter since the day of my escape. I had read it enough times that I could somehow already memorize some lines. Due to my careful handling, the parchment was still intact, but it was obvious that the thin paper could easily

 I would think I should have already been carried away by fierce winds, but I wasn't."So high..." I muttered, looking at the open air around me. We were so high that white clouds had covered the earth far below us."So, how are you liking Malaya so far, Therion?" a familiar voice asked me.I turned to face the boy, smiling as my hair fluttered in the mild breeze. I felt like a bird, up here in Malaya. I felt like I was untouchable. I was a fierce god who could do anything and get away with it. I was free."It's alright." I grinned as I placed my hands on my waist. "I've seen better places.""Hahaha! I'm sure you have!" the boy exclaimed, enveloping my shoulders with his arm. "Oh, but what a sight."I couldn't stop the smile on my face, even with him getting way closer to me than I wanted. "Beautiful."Watching the white sea of clouds, we stood there together until the sun had fallen low enough in our own version of sunse

 "... The Isle of Malaya?" I repeated. Almost as though I was drawn in by an unnatural force, my gaze went towards the carriage windows. It wasn't exactly hard to look for, because if you simply look up, you would immediately find the floating island. "That Isle of Malaya?"I heard the gently laughter from my mentor. "Is there any other floating island in this world?"It was too good to be true that my excitement immediately died down. I turned my gaze away from the window and stared at him with fierce eyes. "You must be joking? Forgive me for doubting you, but I recall only the wealthiest and most prominent persons can step foot on the island. Even for a well-known wine peddler, processing the documents for a two-way trip would at least take a few months. You may think me an ignorant girl, but I have been with you for a long time now and I have never heard any mention of you trying to come up to the Isle."The old man and the ghost exchanged secret

 It was hard to describe the flying island of Malaya. Sure, it was beautiful. But, that wasn't all.After we had landed onto the solid pavement, it was easy to imagine that we were simply back on normal ground. The magically controlled temperatures and air movement also contributed to the feeling that we weren't floating in air.But, really, that's when all of the normality ended.When they said that the Isle was "free", I hadn't really expected much. So, when we had entered into the bustling island center, I was simply caught unaware.The colors were so different that it made me blink my eyes in confusion. From one corner, I could see the muted colors of the Empire, and in another I saw the vibrant hues from my own kingdom. But, there was more than just that. Clothes with such dark and heavy dyes fluttered all around me. Patterns of foreign origins. Designs that made me gasp for their ingenuity. Everything was new and weird and wonderful.