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hunting session and stopped to find a man sticking up a poster with a silly drawing of the princess being turned into a man.
So no one else could see it, I ripped the poster off the wall and collared the man somewhere quiet as he was walking off.
"Hey, what's this all about?" I asked him quietly. It wasn't strictly my job to ensure that her reputation wasn't besmirched, but it was something I took on myself. Maybe defending her honor would also get me close to her. Probably not, but that didn't stop me.
"It's nothing bad sir, I promise," he said, sighing. "It's my old man, he wanted me to advertise something he's been working on."
"And where he now?"
"He's in his room working as always, I can show you to him if I must."
"Alright," I said, letting him go, with my hand on his shoulder as he guided me, just in case he ran off.
Within the castle, there were still parts I'd never seen. I told myself never to explore them because they were scary and creepy. As a guard it was ridiculous to have such intangible fears and insecurities, not to mention the reluctance to even study the architecture, but what could I say? I was a creature of inherited fear and laziness. The only reason I could cope in the dark at night was because I usually had a girl sleeping next to me.
Onward we trekked down the dark corridors that I never even knew existed, with chandeliers and other sources of light becoming more and more non-existent with each turn, replaced by old-fashioned torches. We eventually got to a door with barriers and locks, which opened once my new friend knocked on the door yelling, "it's me, lemme in!"
All the locks seemed to open by themselves. "Ah, you're back! So soon?" A tall, bearded man said when the door creaked open, before looking at me and lowering his voice, "who are you?"
Before I said anything, he interrupted, "don't answer that. I recognize you, Charles, you lazy bastard, come on in." I was just about to take offense when I saw that he had a smile on his face.
I observed that placed haphazardly around the room there were a number of different copies of the poster I tore down earlier that day, before the man asked me, "so what can I do for ya?"
"Well- I saw your poster, and I was wondering what you were planning on doing," I explained. "And how does it involve the princess?"
"We have a plan to use this special potion that I've created on the princess as we don't believe in the ways in which we've been treated by her rule. We need somebody to plant the liquid into the princess' drink during the ball pre-event and turn her into a man, which will wreck the marriage so we can stop their evil plans."
I didn't agree that the new enforcement was a bad thing, but I quickly formed an idea, one that was the cheekiest and naughtiest idea yet.
"I don't agree with them, either, I'll gladly volunteer," I said, lying of course, "but only on one condition."
"What's that?" The old man replied, furrowing his brow.
"Well I want to know I'm safe," I started to explain, pretending that I was interested in health and safety when really I wanted to know if this would work on the prince. "If I used it on myself, would I turn into a woman?"
"I guess so," he replied, scratching his head, "we would need a human trial to find out for sure, even though we didn't plan on having one," he laughed, before furthering the conversation.
"Well, sure, you're free to help us if you're offering. We could do with someone who looks like he's dressed for battle." He peered down at the armor I hadn't had time to take off after hunting.
"Alright, well first thing's first, I'd like you to hide this. You know where the princess will be; I want you to spike her drink with this and watch what happens. It should be easy enough."
I took the vial and stuffed it into my pocket. This should be incredibly fun, I thought.
*****
Fortunately I managed to find my way out of the twisting corridors, back into my room and crash for the night without too
So no one else could see it, I ripped the poster off the wall and collared the man somewhere quiet as he was walking off.
"Hey, what's this all about?" I asked him quietly. It wasn't strictly my job to ensure that her reputation wasn't besmirched, but it was something I took on myself. Maybe defending her honor would also get me close to her. Probably not, but that didn't stop me.
"It's nothing bad sir, I promise," he said, sighing. "It's my old man, he wanted me to advertise something he's been working on."
"And where he now?"
"He's in his room working as always, I can show you to him if I must."
"Alright," I said, letting him go, with my hand on his shoulder as he guided me, just in case he ran off.
Within the castle, there were still parts I'd never seen. I told myself never to explore them because they were scary and creepy. As a guard it was ridiculous to have such intangible fears and insecurities, not to mention the reluctance to even study the architecture, but what could I say? I was a creature of inherited fear and laziness. The only reason I could cope in the dark at night was because I usually had a girl sleeping next to me.
Onward we trekked down the dark corridors that I never even knew existed, with chandeliers and other sources of light becoming more and more non-existent with each turn, replaced by old-fashioned torches. We eventually got to a door with barriers and locks, which opened once my new friend knocked on the door yelling, "it's me, lemme in!"
All the locks seemed to open by themselves. "Ah, you're back! So soon?" A tall, bearded man said when the door creaked open, before looking at me and lowering his voice, "who are you?"
Before I said anything, he interrupted, "don't answer that. I recognize you, Charles, you lazy bastard, come on in." I was just about to take offense when I saw that he had a smile on his face.
I observed that placed haphazardly around the room there were a number of different copies of the poster I tore down earlier that day, before the man asked me, "so what can I do for ya?"
"Well- I saw your poster, and I was wondering what you were planning on doing," I explained. "And how does it involve the princess?"
"We have a plan to use this special potion that I've created on the princess as we don't believe in the ways in which we've been treated by her rule. We need somebody to plant the liquid into the princess' drink during the ball pre-event and turn her into a man, which will wreck the marriage so we can stop their evil plans."
I didn't agree that the new enforcement was a bad thing, but I quickly formed an idea, one that was the cheekiest and naughtiest idea yet.
"I don't agree with them, either, I'll gladly volunteer," I said, lying of course, "but only on one condition."
"What's that?" The old man replied, furrowing his brow.
"Well I want to know I'm safe," I started to explain, pretending that I was interested in health and safety when really I wanted to know if this would work on the prince. "If I used it on myself, would I turn into a woman?"
"I guess so," he replied, scratching his head, "we would need a human trial to find out for sure, even though we didn't plan on having one," he laughed, before furthering the conversation.
"Well, sure, you're free to help us if you're offering. We could do with someone who looks like he's dressed for battle." He peered down at the armor I hadn't had time to take off after hunting.
"Alright, well first thing's first, I'd like you to hide this. You know where the princess will be; I want you to spike her drink with this and watch what happens. It should be easy enough."
I took the vial and stuffed it into my pocket. This should be incredibly fun, I thought.
*****
Fortunately I managed to find my way out of the twisting corridors, back into my room and crash for the night without too
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