Astrid's Two Suitors

"You impudent young whipper-snapper!" the midget exclaimed angrily. "She's mine." He drew his sword and advanced meanacingly towards Velus.

"Please may I borrow your sword, Princess?" Velus asked.

"No," Astrid responded, interposing herself between the two. "You wouldn't know how to use it. In any case, this nonsense has gone quite far enough. You should both know that I am not in the market for a boyfriend at present. I have far more important matters on my mind right now...

1. "I just wish that you could be friends. Oops!"
2. "Such as, if magic made you into a midget, good sir, and if what Velus has told me is correct, then why didn't coming through that portal restore you to normal?"
3. "Sir, I apologise for not recognising you, but perhaps you would tell me who you are?"
4. "I think that it's time I told you both the truth. In spite of appearances, I am not Princess Astra. This form is the result of a spell cast by Belboz the Necromancer. I am rightly Lord Fredrigo D'Honaire, but you may call me 'Astrid'."

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