[Auspicious Happenings]

The ride to the palace had been a long, and bumpy one. Evan was quite sore and very cramped by the time that the palace came into sight.
Part of him was relieved to know he'd soon be exiting the carriage, the other part was a bundle of shot nerves.
He was terrified that he slip up and reveal his true identity. Worse yet, he had been given the crucial information about this Prince Alric, and it seemed that not only did he have a vain streak, but that he was also known to be quite a casanova, and a perceptive one at that.
Evans stomach felt very queasy.
" Evan...erm... Miss Evangeline, the palace is an hour away" the coach man announced, casting a glance over his shoulder.
His cheeks colored slightly at the sight of the disheveled, but extremely effeminate and delicate looking 'woman' in the back seat. Evan had the face of an angel, and the temperament of one as well.
It was truly a shame he was born a male.
Looking in the hand mirror his mother had sent with him, he fixed up the wig on his head and touched up the make up that his Mother had sent with him.
"Please, please, please let this work" he begged quietly.
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