Royal garters

Royal Garters by J.B. Pravda

Never at home in the Royale Garde, the flamboyant epicene swordsman
longed for true exploits emblematic of the courage he so ably evinced
during training and all of his, sadly, few ventures into battle; now,
summoned by the Queen herself, his bosom swelled with the expectation
of same, only to have been dashed by her nonplussed command: "Get me to
a nunnery&;#8230;..the King, he is so fey, why, he dons more makeup
than I and, well, not to mention my undergarments!"; alas, finally, he
knew his Fate: slaying her with his deft swordplay, he decided to come
out of the Clos-et [pronounced 'clow-zey'], charm the King himself and,
yes, become Queen for a Fey!