The year is 2032. Charles is still king, and the first openly gay heir to the British throne is coming home. What unfolds is a gloriously profane and surprisingly tender love story -one that dismantles decorum and deconstructs theatrical convention in favor of something messier, braver, and defiantly alive. Equal parts delicate and audacious, Prince F****t is a dazzling, witty, and boundlessly inventive fantasia of royal expectation and queer self-invention that reminds us that our truest duty isn’t to legacy or lineage, but to the raw, reckless act of living freely.