Darcy stared at him a moment longer, finally turning she found her shirt on the floor and headed for the door. The shirt and pants were entirely too large but it was better than running out of the castle naked. Surprisingly she made it out of the gates with no problems. The walk to the market took a little while. With the gold he gave her she bought a new set of clothes, actually several sets of clothes to match her various forms. Food was next. Unable to help herself, she found a booth selling blades. Buying several small daggers. On her way to one of the better inns in the city, she passed a young man in the street. She recognized his movements, the trade. Back tracking she paid for a small draw string back. There was no way she was going to do this sober.
Paying for her room for four days, she laid her items out on the table in her room. Barricading the door, she made sure the window was locked and covered as well. Stripping her clothes she pulled on a slip of a dress. The daggers went in the bed, then she stretched out on her stomach. Concentrating all her thoughts. Shifting never hurt, unless she needed a new form. God she did not want to do this. Deciding not to waste of time she thought about one body part at a time.
Three hours later, she was barely coherent. Having moved to curl up in a ball. Sweat covered her body and she was exhausted. Fingers wrapping around a dagger, she finally let herself sleep. The next three days were somewhat blurry. Trying to sleep as much as possible. Her body was weak as a new born kitten. She hated that feeling, it left her wishing she would just die. But it was not that simple.
By the time she was able to climb from the bed her body was greatly altered. Standing barely at five foot three. Red hair, light freckled skin. Dark brown eyes were a little wide. Her cheek bones were a little high but not elven, giving her an exotic look. Enough features that she looked like a native, but just enough differences making it apparent that she was of mixed blood. First look said she was a child of rape and war. Before leaving the inn, she took the contents of the small bag. Barely making it to the whore house before she felt the effects starting to cloud her mind.
Three hours at the local whore house, gave her her ticket into the princes bedroom. A girl that was a regular at the castle. Darcy would have thought the prince would have a soldier or adviser find his whores, but then who better to pick the right women than another whore. Cornering the woman in a private room, a decent threat and a few coins secured her place. That night it was only the two of them walking to the castle. Darcy found herself in the princeâs study, staring out of a window. The other woman was comfortable waiting in a near by chair. According to the woman, the prince would fetch them when his obligations for the day were complete.
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