Princesses are trouble. I mean, I was in Mondain's because I'd turned his brother into a cat, I never found out why Princess Cassima was there. I'd have to ask her, if I got past the guards.
Yup. The guards. Mind you they were cool, half man, half dog. Didn't look like weredogs, they'd apparently been bred by the royal family for service over the years, using powerful magic to combine the two races. They were scary as heck, and determined to protect the palace. They wouldn't even let me speak to her.
If I still *had* a boat, I'd have considered returning. As it was, having lost my whole crew to a shipwreck, I was stuck with writing bad poetry, or trying to figure out this latest downturn in what was looking like a doomed quest.
The people were friendly, but foreign, dusky skinned, itinerant. A strange match for their desert environment. My father had told me stories, growing up, about his adventures with the Cave of Thieves and the descriptions seemed to match, but that was a long way for me.
I swallowed my pride at their demeanor, they wouldn't know Daventry, and could hardly believe my claim that I was a Prince. I'd been raised a peasant- a servant actually- and only recently been reunited with my family. I could figure out this puzzle on my own.
Where was Cassima, and what was going on?
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There was a Girl, In a Tower...
FantasyAfter my father saved us - castle and all - from Mondain's little fishbowl, Cassima ported off to her home in the Green Isles. But not before inviting me over. You'd have said yes too...
