Chapter 11

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Did you guys forget Pat was a character in this?

I'mma be honest. I kinda did.

Also if you read my Fan art book, you'll know I'm somewhat working on a OoO godswap au, which I kinda need help with. If anyone has any suggestions to help out, please tell me.


Pat's POV

Somehow, no had noticed me. No had noticed someone sneak into their queen's room. I was spying on the Queen. And she had no guards around her.

What a stupid, overly confident Queen. She's just sitting there, combing her hair, and has been for 30 minutes. Frivolous queen, frivolous kingdom.

She started humming to herself, and then she started singing, I leaned a bit closer to make out the words.

Wait. What language is that?

Need to write this down. Mitch might be able to translate this

I fumbled a tiny bit, pulling out a piece of paper, and a pen.

I started writing down the sounds I could make out.

What bloody language is this?

Wait FUCK! I thought as I dropped my pen. I fumbled to grab it, but it slipped through my fingers, and I froze.

It fell to the ground, making a small clink as it hit the floor, and then rolled under her desk. The queen froze, and slowly put down her comb.

"Hello? Hello? Is someone there?" She said, looking at the door.

Don't look up, don't look up. I prayed as I let my skin match my surroundings.

Just then, a knock came from the door. "Yes?" The Queen said, rising towards the door.

And.... that's my cue to get the hell outta here. 

I carefully snuck out of the room, through the open window. I crawled down the castle walls and into the palace garden.

"Dear god, she's a weirdo." I muttered to myself, pushing my hair out of my face.

"Ok need to look normal again... wait... what did I look like yesterday?" I closed my eyes trying to remember. It wasn't often that I had to go back to a form I had previously used. Face shape and body shape sure, but colors? I changed between them so often I forgot.

We'd agreed that I should look normal... brown? Yeah... brown hair. And uh... tan? No pale skin... I think.

As I was thinking, my features started shifting back to what they looked like yesterday.

"Ok. Need to talk to Jakey... where the hell would he be?" I mused.

It's Jakey, so he would either be with Bryan, or training in the arena I saw this morning. Since I have no idea where the silent prince is, so I'll check the arena.

I sighed and made my way in that direction. As I got closer I heard metal clanking, like someone was fighting.

Huh. Lucky guess.

As I stepped outside however, I saw that Jakey was not alone. In fact all the royalty from other kingdoms was present, including the prince and princess of LightDome the Duals prince, their cousin, and the mysterious prince of MoonRidge. Also present were the elf jester, the kid, the kid's brother, the bodyguard from MoonRidge, and Mitch. In fact the only ones not present were the bodyguard from LightDome and the scholar.

Currently fighting were Prince Austin, and Prince Ritchie. Watching the fight was everyone else. Jakey was sitting next to Bryan, his arm around the other prince's shoulders. Both of them looked a bit shy, but happy. Princess Bri was sitting on the other side of her brother, glaring at Jakey. Sitting behind them was Lady Yuki, looking at them, amusement apparent in her eyes, but she kept glancing at the elf jester, who was sitting right next to her, she for some reason looked at him seeming somewhat scared. The jester himself was grinning, observing the fight, and was playing quietly on his lute, providing background music. Next to him was the kid, who has standing bouncing up and down trying to get a better look at the fight, as his brother was sitting calmly, occasionally looking at his little brother. Sitting next to him was the bodyguard from MoonRidge, Micheal, I believe his name was, who was glaring at the fight. The first prince of Duals, Prince Brandon was cheering for his brother. Kay was sitting off to the side, pouting. And finally, sitting by himself behind everyone else was Mitch, studying a book.

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