Myra looked at him. Watching him carefully. Watching to see when he would stir. A sigh of relief leaving her lips as he opened his eyes slowly. This close to him she saw just how beautiful his eyes were. Her cheeks flushed ever so faintly at her thinking. This quickly masked by returning to normal. Scooting back just a bit as he pushed to sitting up. Looking at him and smiled happily. She was so happy he was awake again. She hadn't liked seeing him in pain. Even more so than she would have felt towards a total stranger. He seemed kind of out of it for a minute. Smiling at his smile. "Welcome back to the land of the living. You kinda passed out from pain. You have a high endurance. Pain like that would have knocked out a lesser man long before it did you." She giggled a bit. "You should. Her spells always have a rejuvenating effect on the ones they are used upon." She said with a smile. She looked to her mother. "Yes. She is the master healer of our time." SHe said softly. Looking back at him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Natara looked at the young man. Chuckling in amusement at his comment. "Indeed it was young man. You are more than welcome. I would do anything in my power to help Myra." She said truthfully. She watched him get from the bed. "You are quite alright." She said with a smile. "Draydon Motts? Related to Lunster Motts by any chance? Wonderful man he is. A great help to the kingdom." She said with a smile. Upon second glance the young man did bare some resemblence to her good friend. She wouldn't comment upon her relationship with the old man as of this moment. "I am Queen Natara. Myra's mother." SHe said. Looking out the window and an impish little smile crossed her lips. "Wait for it... Five... Four... Three... Two... One... Zero." She said as no sooner had she said zero than an earsplitting scream ripped through all of the castle along with the smell of a powder filled explosion. She burst into giggles. "Serves him right." She said. "I told him it be coming." Laughing as the second scream sounded</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">What had happened during the countdown was the advisor, a man known as Vlatmire Dasota, opened his beudware and a sudden hissing sound could be heard. "What the?" He said. Looking at the strange hissing ball of magic and alchemy. Picking the orb up and looking it over. "What the hell are you? And what the hell are you doing in here?" He said. During the queens countdown the orb got bigger and bigger. Began hissing more and more. It also began emitting a rose scented aroma. The moment zero was said it spontaneously combusted and exploded filling the room with floral pink smoke and the scent of rose petals. The man  coughing as the magic endowed smoke seeped into his skin. Moments later the smoke cleared and he was looking into his full length mirror.<br/><br/>Only...he was not himself. He...was a she. An earsplitting scream emitted from his lips at the horror of what had happened. Temporary or not he was mortified to see that he was now a female. Breasts and all. "QUEEEEEEEEEEN NATARA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He roared angrily. His new look even contained a tight corset and a dress that framed the figure. He was scowling and fuming. Again! Again he fell for one of the queens pranks. She always borrowed things of her sons to make them. Damn that wretched woman! She would be the first he would kill if he could risk his cover. He noted that he also wore pink eyeshadow, pink lipstick, blush, earrigns and nail polish. A flash of light indicated a photo orb and snapped a picture before rushing off. He screamed in anger again.</span><br/><br/>Myra blinked and looked at her mother. "By he I assume you mean father's advisor." She said with a giggle. She didn't like that man. So she never felt sorry for him whenever her mother pranked him. Her mother built pranks by borrowing magic from her children. Especially alchemy items, special, and things. She mixed it with minor spells that she borrow from her eldest children. Spells that anyone could cast with minimal mastery of the magic. Used these things to create pranks. She was certain her father often turned a blind eye. She blinked as a magic photo orb flew through the doorway and over to her mother. Wonder just WHAT had her mother done to the advisor THIS time.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Natara laughed and touched the photo orb. Grinning and projected the image into life size version to show her daughter and the young man. (see image below) "Ha...it worked beautifully. See the man's new look my young friends?" She giggled with mischief. She then grew seriouser when her daughter's young friend spoke. She smiled at him. "As you wish Draydon. I would never refuse the honor of such a sweet young gentleman's offer." SHe said with a smile. "Though how you can best be at my service is to never hurt my daughter. Or else you might be on the receiving end of one of my harmless little games." She shrunk the photo orb and sent it into her dresser. Giggling still at the humorous look on the guys face. Total shocked anger. Served him right.</span><br/><br/>Myra looked at her mother then at the image. Bursting into almost bell like beauty laughter. "Thats one of the best ones yet mother." She said with a true smile. It was amusing that the advisor still fell for things like her mother's prank. Then again her mother was always careful never to do them close together. Let a lull of calm trick the mind into letting down the guard then BAM her mother struck.<span style="font-style: italic">Natara beamed proudly. "Thank you Draydon. I am glad you think so. I am the best healer in our land. Along with in a few of the other lands." SHe said honestly. She suddenly got a knowing smile as she saw the way Draydon looked at her daughter. Wonderful. Very wonderful. Still she would make no comment on it.</span><br/><br/>Myra looked at Draydon. Smiling and it got more warm as she saw his happiness. Happy that he was happy. That made her happier. Tilting her head to the side and blushed. He was so sweet when he talked to her. Listening to him as she spoke. Blushing at his words. He wanted to be her guard? That is what it sounded like. No...more like a friend protector. She could handle that. She blushed greatly trying to make herself go back to normal color. "THank you Draydon. I will be delighted to have a friend protector that is you." She said with a smile. He looked so serious and compassionate. Her eyes lit up. "Wait here." She got up and rushed from the room. She ran to her room and crawled under her bed. Crawling back out and held a parcel. Hefting it up onto the bed then standing.<br/><br/>Grabbing the parcel in both hands and ran back across the hall to Draydon's room. She panted a bit as she set it on the bed. "You can have my treasures." She said with a smile. One was an enchanted dagger and the other a blade that had once been used by the son of King Arthur. "Here. Here." She said. "Please do me the honor of using my treasures in battle."<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m87b7mPGY11rcqrvvo1_500.png">[ img ]</a>(advisor's photo)<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://flyff-wiki.gpotato.com/images/5/5e/Historic_Sword.png">[ img ]</a>(dagger)<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://www.sessionmagazine.com/img/digital-arts/epic-and-fantasy-swords-in-digital-arts/epic-and-fantasy-swords-in-digital-arts04.jpg">[ img ]</a>(sword)