"Your highness this is something that is only temporary." the scribe said before the prince could strike him.
"Then return me to my form now." said the prince brushing his now long curly hair out of his eyes. "We are about to arrive at the castle and I'd rather not have these be my first impressions," referring to his modest bosom.
"You will be back to your normal very handsome, very manly, very..."
"Stop sucking up and tell me how long I have to be this way." said the prince ready to strike.
"A week ouch" The now bloody nosed scribe replied.
"Hmm, that hurt more than usual." the prince said while examining his feminine fist. "Fine, I can deal with being a woman for a week. I just have to decide what I shall do when we get to Castle Traven?"
"Can't we tell the truouch?"
"I will not be embarrassed in such a manor."
"Okay, what if we simply turned back until the spell wears ouch"
"No. I will not return to my kingdom until I have the princess for my bride or we have declared war."
"Well, you could claim to be an envoy who was sent ahead in order to judge whether the kingdom was worthy of your presence ouch"
"Not the worst idea in the world. Good job scribe."
The scribe managed to squeak out a "Thank you." before passing out due to the pain of all the blows. They arrived at Castle Traven and were rushed to see the king immediately. The king, who had been expecting the prince, was very annoyed to see this mere girl standing before him.
"Where is that damned prince of yours?" the king asked the scribe and striking young lady with him.
The prince stepped forward to explain, "You see, the prince has been..."
"I didn't ask you girl" the king said, "Know your place." The prince was ready to strike the king for his insult, but in a rare moment of level headedness, decided to listen to him.
"Yes sire," then nudging his bruised scribe, "You heard the king, go on, tell him why I'm here."
Taking a moment to clear his throat, the scribe started to explain, "You see my lord, the prince had an accident and was too embarrassed to show up before your lordship in his current state."
The prince glared at the scribe, this was not what he was supposed to say.
"So as an apology, the prince has offered to loan you this, one of his finest serving girl for a week." The King's presence was the only thing that prevented the prince from striking down the improvising scribe.
"As much as I despise these sort of antics, I will accept." the king said gruffly, "You. Serving girl, for the next week you will serve under..."
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