"And a gallows one, milord," she said, voice serious. "Watch yourself, this is a dangerous game for everybody."

Finally, Miranda was pushed out. The gown was cinched at her waist, the corset amply hugging her chest, the silks skirts playing about her legs. Hilde had selected something in a soft, rosy red, with silver accents around it, a modest neckline, and sleeves to the elbows. It was nothing too extravagant, but it would do.

Lola looked over her shoulder. "Well, you need a bath to be more convincing, but you'd fool anyone else. You could attribute her dishevelment to the trip here I suppose."

"Well forgive me if I didn't exactly have a golden tub laying around," Miranda muttered, crossing her arms.

"Always do," Lola chuckled, before turning back to the prince. "Well, you're both good to go. I'll send some extra poultice's with you in case the pain comes back, and I'll get that horse I promised."

"Horse?" Miranda quirked a brow. "Not horse[i]s[/i]."

Lola's grin turned playfully malicious. "Nope."