The dainty princess tackled the lithe, fleeing prince. “Wait! I really like you!”
He became a burly, bearded man as midnight chimed.
“Cinder? The blacksmith?” she gasped.
In turn, her illusion dropped… and he held a thick, strong woman atop him.
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