|
Marjora's long, full red hair became thin, stringy, and greasy, as one would expect to find the hair of a peasant girl who doesn't get many opportunities to bathe, and changed shade to a plain mousy brown. Her perfect creamy skin became mottled with a variety of freckles, small moles, tan lines, and acne. Her clear blue eyes became an ordinary brown. The bone structure of her face rearranged itself into a far more ordinary alignment than the near-perfection it could have claimed before. Where before, she had been prettily petite, she now grew several inches, losing most of her curves and becoming more gangly than anything else. Even her perfect straight white teeth became yellow and slightly crooked. Before, Marjora had been nearing the end of her twentieth year, but now she appeared as a girl of no more than fifteen. Marjora blinked, swaying in place, and Pheldris took the nearly-empty potion bottle from her idle hand (now calloused and bearing broken fingernails) and sprinkled what remained over her extravagant gown. It shimmered briefly before transforming into a simple brown dress like any peasant lass would wear. Marjora stared down at herself, and looked back up at Pheldris, her mouth opening and closing. Finally she managed, voice shaking, "I... Wha..." but could go no further. Pheldris shook his head. "My former majesty, I'm sorry it had to come to this, but a queen who would poison the man she loves to feel false emotions is not a queen I want. I had to do this to protect the kingdom from you.
|
Linking Enabled
Extending Enabled
25048905 episodes viewed since 9/30/2002 1:22:06 PM.