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The two days that followed were crazy. Covyn brought over the ground plans of the castle and the chamber, making us remember every single crack in the wall in the latter. "We can't afford any mistakes", he said. "You finding a suitable hideout is crucial, if they see you the whole mission will be a fail."
And I'd probably die. But who cares about that.
Apparently the only people in there will be about three dozen od military generals, the royal pair and the king's brother in law-Covyn's uncle of whom I've never heard about before-
"He's a slimey rat," Evren told me. "All he cares about is that his mouth is full and his dick is sucked." He scoffed with disgust.
-and whores. Lots and lots of skimpy dressed girls and boys (and I was assured by the prince himself that they are in fact girls and boys, the youngest of them not even twelve years old). Fucking disgusting.
"A true charmer," Melian contributed, saving me from the image I started involuntarily creating in my head.
"A night before our mission you will snuck into the chamber and chose yourself a good place to hide, remember it's important you conceal yourself completely. If possible, don't use any magic." he then reached inside of the bag, in which he snuck the mission relevant shit out of the castle. Or so I thought.
Please, goddesses, don't let that be what I thought it was.
"You will have to wear this," he handed me the silver dress, no, not a dress. I had no idea how to describe this, I've seen newborns concealed better with gooey stuff. This wasn't a clothing!
I gaped at the piece of fabric in my hands. He couldn't have been serious, could he?
"This is a cute joke." I commented, "could you pass me my outfit now?"
"That is the outfit." He replied, calmly, as I tried my best not to start laughing hysterically.
"Wha-…no, Covyn, no." I stuttered, wishing really badly I could burn this excuse of a dress and the entire chamber with it.
"It's the standard uniform the girls wear on these occasions." Evren patted me on the shoulder.
Now my shock turned into anger. Standard uniform? You mean to tell me that children wear this in front of grown men?
I wanted to shout. I wanted to march in the castle and use the most destructive magic on it, making the walls fall on everyone inside. How could such monsters exist? I don't even want to think what those pigs did to those girls! Did they touch them? Worse?
"You could've had it worse," Evren interrupted the storm rising inside of me, "the boys are required to be naked."
WHAT?
Don't get me wrong, this dress didn't really cover anything, but at least you have an excuse to put underwear on, right? To have them nake-
Wait?
"Covyn," I started, my voice trembling with anger, disgust, fear and prayer, "I'm afraid I don't have any underwear that would go with this…outfit." I squeezed the last word out of myself, catching Evren and Melian leaving the room abruptly with the corner of my eye.
"No underwear is worn under that dress." Covyn replied calmly as ever, the ice cubicle of a fuck. How could he be so casual about that?
Twelve year old children! Being fucking sex slaves to a bunch of murderous military bitches!
I started shaking. I've long lost the ability to pick my jaw from the floor and-
"Hey, hey, calm down" said a voice from a distance, a voice, to which, I believe, the hands on my shoulders belonged to. "Breathe, I can't have you lose your focus now. Yes, what those children go through is awful, but that's exactly why we have to do this."
That brought me back. Yes, take down the king, end poverty and child prostitution. If you can even call it that… Goddesses! I ran my hands through my hair and listened to the rest of the plan.
Shortly, Melian and Evren joined back and we discussed the possible escape routes and at what places should they hid the clothes I was to change into.
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After a couple of hours we had our plan thought out, and it was a good plan.
"Diana," Covyn called after me just as I was about to leave the room and go to bed, "remember not to use your magical powers, no matter what happens they mustn't know you're a witch."
"Yeah, I get it." I muttered and turned around again.
"If it comes to it, you will have to fight them off through combat. You and Evren practiced, right?" His words made me stop in my tracks.
"Yes?"
"And would you say you could take him?"
"Take Evren? Just through combat fighting? Unlikely." Goddesses, that was a blow to my ego. But, in my defence, Evren was an amazing fighter and I didn't really train much for the past few years. I mean how could I? The wooden mannequins I built in the woods didn't really fight back.
The prince's muttering chased the silly memory away. And although I didn't really comprehend what he said…it definitely sounded like a curse?
"The king and the generals are very skilled fighters. They can't really match me, of course, but they could easily take Evren, especially a group of them." He half muttered, gave away one of those tired sighs again and even pinched his nose this time.
I nodded and left for my room. I knew what he meant, the chances of getting out there aren't promising. But as long as I integrate well among others, and run for my fucking life, I would be fine.
Probably.
I mean how hard could it be, I am a whore by profession.