Inslee hesitated. Should she wait to see if she could find out more information? Would discovering more information even help her in this state? How would she even get out of here and back to normal?
"But still, Your Highness, a baron's daughter --" the aide persisted.
"Enough!" the Crown Prince snapped, reaching inside a drawer for something. "A duke, a baron, they're all dogs before the crown. As such, what does it matter which I favor?"
Inslee turned to return to the initial place where she had woken up. Maybe killing the Crown Prince would accomplish nothing. Maybe there was a different way she could change things. Maybe--
Something flew threw the air in her direction, and Inslee's body reflexively turned and snapped at it. Only after she landed did she realize that the Crown Prince had thrown a small piece of dried meat at her. While her dog mouth enjoyed the taste, Inslee could not help but feel humiliated that she had responded in such an animalistic manner. Still, it was rather delicious. That was, until...
"Besides, there is no need for a dog that moves without its master's permission," the Crown Prince smirked while watching Inslee amusedly. "Such dogs should be disposed of."
Inslee felt her vision blur slightly, then darken. Before she realized what was happening, she swayed on her paws and landed roughly on her side. She felt her breathing become more shallow.
Poison!
Inslee could not help but let out a faint whine and whimper in disbelief. Did he know she was the dog? Was it a more horrifying act if he did not know? As her lungs stilled, the last thing Inslee remembered seeing was the cruel smile on the face of the Crown Prince as he looked on. And then, darkness.