Shock and awe

The Princess woke up with a start, her head still laying in Azella's lap. She looked up at the raven haired beauty through groggy eyes. "Where am I?" she asked. She attempted to sit up, but her head spun when she tried.

Azella gently **** her head back down into her lap. "Just relax Dyani. Try not to move too fast until the effects of whatever **** they gave you wears off. But as for where you are, we are both in the dungeons of the thieves guild. I imagine we are both the unwilling guests of Master Steiner, who looks to make a tidy profit off of both of us. Just try not to talk to loud. If the guards hear us, they'll know we're awake. I've been tending to you since they brought you here."

Next came the most obvious question from the Princess. "Who are you? And how did you know my name?"

Azella took in a deep breath. She had expected this moment, and contemplated over it, and was still unsure to handle it. "My name is Azella, but you know me by a different name and gender." She gently stroked the side of Dyani's face.

This piqued Dyani's curiosity. "Exactly what do you mean by that?"

This wasn't going to be easy. "Do you recall an assassin your father hired to protect you?"

"Yes" answered Dyani. "But what does this have to do with you?"

Azella breathed in and out. "There's no easy way for me to tell you this but to say it. I am that assassin. I'm the Akkadian, Raphael." The Princess was giving Azella the most doubtful looks she'd ever seen on anyone's face. "I can prove my claims. You have two birth marks no one else has ever seen, as far as I know. One is shaped like a star, just above the entrance to your vagina. The other is shaped like a snowflake on your left ass cheek, close to the bottom of it where your cheek starts to curve."

The doubtful look slowly changed to shock and amazement. "Only two men would know that. One is dead. That was my husband, the Prince of Arconia, who was killed during the raid I was captured in, and the Akkadian Raphael. But if you are Raphael, then how? I mean, well, what happened?"

Azella put a finger over Dyani's lips as a sign for her to be quiet. "It's a long story, but I think we have plenty of time." Azella told Dyani everything. About the Sorceress Aleshanee, his transformation into a woman, the job he was hired to do, and of his own capture. "Then they brought you in. I didn't recognize you at first, but when I did, I figured we'd better talk because something isn't right here. They're either holding you for ransom, Steiner wants to sell you at the **** markets, or Trimon is somehow involved in it. I don't know if I can get you out of this mess, but I'll try my best."

Dyani sat up. "There is something else you need to know." She looked deep into Azella's eyes, smiled and caressed her cheek. "Since my father the King is dead, I am free to tell you this now. We have a son. He's back at the palace, and he's just like you. My husband the Prince of Arconia, knew he wasn't his child, yet he still married me and raised him as his own. I named him after you."

Azella was speechless at first. "I have a son?" Then she repeated it, not as a question, but as an affirmation. "I have a son!" Azella thought to herself. All that happened would make Dyani Queen. Could this also throw her own son into the equation? Maybe Prince Raphael wanted power now? Could he be conspiring with Steiner, or Trimon? But why? Azella counted back the years. He would only be about seven years old. She doubted a seven year old could be that evil. Then it dawned on her: Trimon wanted power. He was going to try any means at his disposal to get it. What better way than to make a widow out of Dyani? She would be free to marry. And if she refused? Kill her off, or sell her as a ****. That would leave her kingdom in the hands of a seven year old Prince who could easily be manipulated by Trimon.

Azella looked into Dyani's eyes. "I know what's going on. It's Trimon. He's after your throne!"