Anya's new look

Anya stepped into the throne room. She saw Cathan on a throne next to their parents and Cain.

Anya shivered in anticipation, staring back at them. Her fate was in the hands of her younger brother.

"Is that really Anya?" Lady Alfreda asked. Alfreda was a middle aged woman who was one of King Axel's counsellors and head of a noble family.

Cathan stood up.

"As you can easy, the Anya you all know it gone," he announced to the crowd. "Here stands a proper lady. Kneel."

Anya decided she'd better do what her brother said and dropped down to her knees.

"Her punishment has been decided," Cathan said. "Anya shall perform the Walk of Atonement."

The Walk of Atonement was a punishment that Cathan himself had invented based on Games of Thrones. It had never actually been used until now. However even if Anya had seen Game of Thrones, Cathan's version had more in store for her.

"Strip," Cathan said in a commanding tone. "Take off your clothes, everything."

Anya nodded, standing up. She slid off her white shoes. Then she reached for one of her ribbons holding her dress together and undid it with trembling fingers. She slid the dress down one shoulder, exposing a little more of her smooth pale skin. She then undid the other side as well. She undid a few more ribbons before letting the dress fall down her body, into a heap of pretty pink fabric at her feet.

Anya stepped away from the dress on the floor.

Standing naked before her family, Anya shivered. Her body was now slender with no traces of muscle anywhere. It was completely unrecognisable to everyone.