With what was probably the shadiest deal since the Federation's founding, the Elven King demanded that the newly freed princess return and hand over the Crown Prince unharmed. Only then would she receive the antidote to the special poison they had given her upon her release.
Tsk.
The ex-princess did not like that one bit, but she figured this way she would be able to fix everything. In fact, she was rather confident that she would be able to get back everything that should have been hers in the first place.
So she embarked on a personal quest to give back as much as she had received.
Then again, was she not the closest person to the prince? Was she not the most perfect candidate for mimicking him?
She chuckled, a sly grin forming as she decided where she would start.
But contrary to what she expected to be an easy infiltration, the determined criminal found it difficult to get inside the rumored stronghold where her cousin was staying.
And the main issue? Scent.
