Saving my Boyfriend from an Evil Villainess

A Sudden Makeover... and Death?

Princess Andrea loathed to admit it, but she was completely unprepared for this whole quest thing. For one, her feet hurt. Their small group had been trudging through the forest all afternoon before setting up camp for the night. Princess Andrea slept fitfully, the thin blanket had done nothing to stop pebbles and bark from sticking into her back, creasing her silk gown and leaving the dress riddled with dirt and holes. It was utterly ridiculous, Andrea had thought to herself during that late night, why was she made to suffer like this? She was a goddamn princess, if anything the Earth should simply give way for a bed of flowers for her to lay upon.

That had soon become only the beginning of Princess Andrea's qualms with the difficulties of this whole quest thing...

That morning, Princess Andrea grew increasingly frustrated with the way the world seemed to be working against her, as her feet blistered and her hair blew wildly about her face (not even in that effortless chic way that would leave any knight swooning). Juno and Sir Jamathon had dutifully packed down their camp and began their walking for the day. Admittedly, Juno complained and moaned and groaned tenfold in comparison to Sir Jamathon. Not that Princess Andrea noticed at all, she had been preoccupied with fixing her dress situation which was becoming more and more unladylike.

The group had made it out of the forest by midday, following a beaten road to a neighbouring town. The bustling market drew Princess Andrea's immediate excitement, at the very least she would need a new dress. Princess Andrea was aware of the need for subtlety, she had pursuers both royal and villainous alike, all looking for one beautiful princess on the run. It was imperative Andrea blend in with the common folk, but her regal demeanour, and slightly dirty, but expensive attire made her stand out.

Sir Jamathon, ever loyal, draped his hooded cape over Andrea's shoulders, hoping to conceal her identity ever so slightly. Though it was dirty and smelled like a dog, Andrea was glad for the knight's generosity.

"Please, stay close to me Sir Jamathon..." the princess breathed.

The knight took her hand, giving her a reassuring squeeze. Though Andrea was grateful, she couldn't help but find him slightly odd. Sir Jamathon was unrelentingly loyal, but for no reason at all! Apart from his knightly vows, which all the other knights had to swear, Princess Andrea couldn't possibly fathom why he was so desperate to prove himself to her. Princess Andrea knew she was incredibly gorgeous, of course, but even that only accounted for so much.

Princess Andrea decided at that moment to note more of Sir Jamathon's rather unique (odd) behaviours. She often had her beauty sleep in the palace rudely interrupted at odd hours of the night due to a strange howling every month or so. During her morning strolls through the palace gardens, often accompanied by Sir Jamathon, she would ask him if he too heard the annoying sounds. Princess Andrea never got a full response from him, the usually confident knight sputtering absolute nonsense in response to the Princess' questions. He must be a heavy sleeper, Princess Andrea thought. The knight also really liked meat, he would go out hunting during his spare time and would always bring back animals, he must really like cooking!

Juno grumbled under his breath, snapping Princess Andrea out of her thoughts, as they weaved through the bustling crowd of merchants and shoppers

The unicorn hated crowded human places. They always stared at him, and the children would often come up and try to pet him. He detested this greatly, and over the years had resorted to biting their filthy little hands if they so much as touched a fluttering strand of his furry mane.

Walking through the bustling market, underneath the vibrant flags raised for the empire and the stall of honeyed melons and precious trinkets, Andrea's eyes widened. She was taken back to her royal days visiting the people at the markets and handing out bread - her parents would allow her anything she wanted - no item was ever off limits.