How anyone could walk in a dress such as this, he would never know. At least father hadn't forced him into the heels Adeline had been expected to wear. He would have never made it down the aisle in those. So far, people had seemed to be none the wiser to him, thinking him to be his sister. The joys of being a twin. "Remind me again why I'm in a dress?" He asked his mother, who was braiding his hair into traditional Aethirian style. "This is the easiest way to get close to the King. Now hush, and stick to the plan." Valance huffed, brushing his dress free of creases. The plan, he didn't understand why they were going through with this. King Ysmar had agreed to this truce, was allowing Aethiria control of it's economy. Why were they planning his assassination? Still, he was a son of Aethiria, and he would play his part flawlessly. Even if that meant wearing a dress and pretending to marry the son of King Ysmar. The veil was placed a top his head, a dark frown crossing his lips. "I still don't understand why Adeline couldn't be the one to fulfil this role." He muttered, as they began their trek to the hall. His mother laughed, high, shrill. Almost like a squeaking bird. "Do you honestly think I would put my eldest daughter, my heir, in harms way? No no, this is a job for someone expendable."
Valance hid his reaction well, only a brief tensing of the shoulders showing his dislike of being called such. In a moment, a perfect, smiling mask was in place, and the door's opened to the wedding hall, lined with white lilies and bright red roses. Gingerly, the young prince walked his way up the aisle, keeping careful mind of his posture and stride. His "groom" stood at the altar, his hefty size barely kept clothed by his straining suit jacket. The buttons seemed as though they would pop at any moment. His smile faltered slightly, faking a nervous laugh. Gods above, he wished he had been born a female right about now. His younger brother would be the one in this situation than. The Cervanti services were surprisingly short, even while being translated into two separate languages, Valance turning to face his new husband, touching lips for the briefest of moments. The involuntary shudder was repressed, waiting for the King and Queen of Cervanti to come greet their new daughter.
His mask was kept in place, keeping the King's eyes as he hobbled up to the alter. He didn't understand this country's fascination with close physical contact, having to lean forward to place a kiss upon each cheek. Fingers held tight the pin in his hand, coated liberally with a serpents venom. With a brief flick of his wrist, the pin was dug into the king's leg. He hardly felt a thing. It would take a few hours for the venom to work its way through the man's system, but King Ysmer was well on his way to the afterlife.