Daryn sat on the edge of the bed with the man, one of his hands pressed firmly on her upper thigh. She had finished telling him about the trials, and her hands were shaking where she clasped them in her lap. Sanuel was cooing at her gently, stroking the fabric of her uniform. She was quiet now, feeling his touch, confused feelings washing over her. She liked the man a lot. He was someone she feared and respected, cared for a lot. But there had been times when Sanuel pushed her past her limits. She pushed those vivid memories of unwanted intimacy out of her mind, reminding herself of who he was. Head of the rebellion. Her boss. Although she would never admit it, she was more frightened of him that attracted to him. 

"What brings you here, Daryn?" He asked, the smile disappearing from his face. He was back to business. 

"We are on a mission as the guards to the Prince. And we need disguises. So we can pass through unseen," she rambled, struggling to steady her voice. The blonde man nodded, standing up quickly. He strode over to a wooden chest in the corner of the room, pulling open the lid. It only took moments for the man to pull out several articles of clothing. Triver would need a hat. Ser'deni would most likely be okay. Daryn and her brother would need new outfits completely. Like he was reading her mind, he pulled out a hat for Triver and two outfits for the twins. To her distress, he pulled out a long dress for her. 

"Thank you, sir. I should be going before they begin to wonder too much." Sanuel simply nodded and pulled her in for a hug, hands drifting over the length of her back. She pulled away from him, turning to leave the room with her arms piled high. 

Outside, Daelyn watched his sister hurry out the door, shoving a hat roughly onto the prince's head. She carried clothes, nice outfits for the two of them. She seemed uneasy, and her face was a brilliant shade of red. Before he could ask, Ser'deni asked him a question. He smiled at her. 

"The nearest city is Port. Which is a coastal city. Well, village. It's too small to call it a city. We can stay there for the night, and then continue on in the morning," Daelyn answered, dismounting. Daryn shoved clothes at him, and he noticed why she was so flustered. The man inside had given her a dress. That was like Sanuel. He was probably going to be watching them leave. Daelyn had a very strong dislike for the man. 

"Please excuse my sister and I while we go change," Daelyn said, bowing quickly and then pulling Daryn into the nearest alley. She was already stripping out of her clothes when he turned to face her. 

"He didn't try anything with you, did he?" He asked, hurrying. She shook her head violently, tugging the dress over her. Daelyn didn't believe her for a minute. 

Daryn felt like a fool. She hated dresses. She hated feeling so constricted and helpless. She felt like a child in a dress, playing house. It was idiotic. If Sanuel wasn't such a pervert, maybe she wouldn't be in this position. She let her hair down as she finished dressing, scowling at Daelyn who was wearing a simple back tunic and pants. 

"I'm so jealous," she muttered, pushing past him.

"The color matches your skin," he blurted out, following her. She laughed, nearly bending over. She walked up to where the Prince and Ser'deni waited. She carefully and painfully mounted again, stringing her bow around her shoulder and her sword at her saddle. Another reason to dislike dresses, there was no where to put your sword. 

"We should get to Port before dark," she said, kicking her horse into motion, "The past is full of bandits."