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A group of servants had come with Princess Vella, many of them knew her before the spell and where also having trouble adjusting to calling the once prince by princess. Among them was the witch who had cast the spell, hidden of course as the flame haired royal would not be happy with her at the moment. Vale was taking quicker and quicker breaths as they went threw the gates and soon he had to step out, he nearly tripped over his own feet in the shoes that had been forced onto his feet, but he managed to keep himself upright and standing tall, well as tall as he could as the spell had also shrunk him from his former height.

“Princess Vella of Storkall!” Someone announced and it echoed in Vale’s mind. Everything looked unfamiliar and he found himself missing the forests of Storkall, sparse as they had become in past years. The walls around this palace where so strange to the flame haired ‘girl’, with careful steps ‘Vella’ was able to keep ‘herself’ moving forward. One of her bodyguards was right behind her offering silent support, as they had been the youth guard since Vale had been a babe. This guard had taut Vale how to use his first bow, and had volunteered for this ‘mission’.

Vale’s heart was still hammering away in his tightly corseted chest the closer they for to the room where he’d meet the other prince… the prince he was suppose to marry…. The thought made him a bit sick, mostly because he was in this body, it had been in his younger teen years that Valerian had found himself more drawn to the other men around him. Seeing as he wasn't the heir apparent any more there was little issue, as long as it didn’t spread beyond the castle, his father had a reputation to uphold.

A single green eyes scanned the final room once they arrived, the green orb landed on the royal family of this empire. Vale hadn’t really paid much attention in geography when his tutors were prattling on about the other kingdoms and lands, he’d been more interested in learning about the forests, deserts and cold wastes. Now he was regretting it a bit, he set his face into a neutral mask as he wasn't going to show more gratitude than needed…. He had after all not wanted to do this….

“Princess Vella and her attendees, your majesties.” a announcer said from the door behind them. Vale was still not used to hearing his girly nickname being used as his proper name… He’s once dressed up as a young lass to ferret out some corrupt guards within the castle… he’s called himself Vella then aswell… but that had all been pretend, he hadn't truly been a lass than…. His gut twisted in pain as he was reminded again that he wasn't a lad any more.

Vale gripped the skirt around him and curtsied with gentle motions, coping the way he’s seen his mother and the other ladies of court greet each other. “Your Grace.” his voice was soft and angelic, something akin to a songbird in spring, nothing like his voice before, even if he could sing like a songbird before, he was to afraid to even try in this body.

The witch Maria watched the ‘princess’ from under her cloak her head bowed respectfully like the other servants around her. Maria regretted her decision to change the prince moments after she had cast the spell… but it was for his own good, for the good of Storkall… maybe… she could set things right after the wedding ceremony…. When things wouldn't be able to be dissolved to easily….yes….