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The prince sits on your bed and watches you get dressed. "My prince" you say, "don't you think you are over complicating this? Why not just tell me the name of the book and I will pick it up for you."
He scoffs "Then YOU would know what I'm reading. Am I not entitled to a small parcel of privacy? Besides, if you took the book it could be traced back to me."
You button your shirt and tighten your belt. "And you dressing like one of your own maids won't?"
"That's why you are going to distract them. I will steal the book I want, and then take out another as a proxy as well. The plan is simple enough even for you to follow" His grin is a mischievous one.
You don't know why you are even considering being party to this. You don't know why you will ultimately agree and get caught up in one of the prince's mischiefs. Maybe all this time with the prince has worn down your sense of duty? Or perhaps it is starting to lean in another direction. Either way, you sigh out a "All right, ill help."
He claps his hands together and heads for the door. "And here I thought I would have to sweeten the pot. What a loyal dog you are."
"Anything for the <span class="mu-i">princess</span>"
The prince doesn't miss a beat and whirls around to face you, as he does so his dress spins around him. Ever quick witted, his defence is his offence. "Is a dress all it takes for you to see a women where you find a man? I suppose any excuse to explain away your debauchery will do?" He turns his nose up at you "I suppose you are already imagining all sorts of things in that dirty little brain of yours. You have a knack for ruining the mood, keep your perversions to yourself in the future!"
"Say what you will about me, but I am not the one in a dress." You pinch his dress and lift it slightly before letting it drop "Shall we be on our way…" you motion to the door.
The prince narrows his eyes at you.
"…princess"
