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Marjora stared down at herself - himself - blinking, mind fixating on that strange moment in the gardens, when he had believed that he was truly a knight called Sir Fred. He still recalled that life, but also her life as Princess Marjora... and now she was a prince. What was happening? What was her true form? How was she to create any sort of life when outside forces kept changing her? "Highness," said Pheldris, "you may recall that Princess Juliana of Cynthta will be here on official business later today. Your parents and I have agreed on the cover story that you were born very sickly, and thus have been kept secret all your life, but you were recently healed. And your sister Marjora is away right now. You will go by the name of Marjus." Marjus blinked, bewildered. "Wouldn't it make more sense to just hide me until I can be restored? Why must I speak to Juliana at all?" Of course, he was right, but with some subtle magical influence Pheldris had kept the king and queen from seeing this possibility. "You are exhausted, Highness. Why don't you go back to sleep. I will wake you when she arrives." Marjus's eyes immediately felt droopy, and he lay back down on the cot.
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