She seeks help.

With the minute amount of clarity that temporarily sating the lust afforded her, Xalendra decided that she had to get some help before she lost her mind to the magic. As she pulled herself to her feet, she glanced down at Kylia's supine form illuminated by he lamplight—legs spread; nightgown bunched around her waist revealing her soaked panties that left nothing to the imagination; pert chest heaving to collect breaths spent from what they'd just done—a terribly naughty sight.

Xalendra had never before thought of her handmaiden in such a way as she found herself doing now—with thoughts of desire, and lust. The spell was one thing, but now she couldn't distinguish its fire from her own. Shaking her head, she tore her eyes away, and unsteadily opened the bedroom door.

Peeking out discreetly and tugging down the skirt of her bodice in a vain attempt at modesty, the princess found the dark hallway empty. She sighed and shuddered at the same time, turning back to her handmaiden for a moment.

“Can you stand?” she whispered. As Kylia struggled to sit up Xalendra began to reach out and help her, but thought better of the idea, not wanting to risk making contact with the other girl's skin lest it spur the irresistible desire to kiss her once again. She **** her eyes on the hall once more. “Follow me. We need help with this curse.”

Kylia got to her feet unsteadily, murmuring agreement, though the glazed look in her eyes expressed more of that yearning Xalendra fought. The pair crept down the hall, their breathing too difficult to control with any effectiveness in their current state, and soon they reached a pair of large, solid doors that stood on each side of the corridor.

Xalendra's parents slept in separate bedrooms, which resided beyond either door. She wasn't entirely certain if they could help, but had little else in mind. Her mother, Queen of Castle Xolstice, would not be knowledgeable of anything such as magic, but would definitely be able to help figure out how best to deal with the effects in the meantime if not know a cure. Her father the King, however, had in the past alluded to at least some experience with curses. The princess, though, felt ill at ease presenting such a problem as she suffered to the man by virtue of its... intimate nature.

Whichever she chose, the chances of a solution were slim, and both would certainly have qualms with her actions and the situation as a whole. She began to squirm, standing in place between both doors, feeling the spell continue to work on her body. She had a mind to just flee from the castle altogether and hope she found help elsewhere...