"For that little comment, you get to go next." Queen Beth says evilly to Palador.
"No don't! I volunteer to go next!" Queen Belle yells in panic.
"Palador," mused the sadistic Beth ignoring Queen Belle's pleas. "You've always pretended to be so chivalrous and noble." She said, pinching one of the prince's butt cheeks, "But let's see how noble you will be when your mind has it's own unique beast in it like Galla’s now does."
"No," whimpered Palador. "I don't want to be a wererat!"
"Actually there is only a very small chance you will become a wererat." Beth says. "Remember I told Galla that her personality would dictate what animal spirit would enter her? Well the same is true for you."
Instead of calming Prince Palador, this just makes him panic.
But Beth was already drawing runes on the prince's naked flesh. He struggled in his bonds, but he was firmly strapped to the table.
Queen Belle and King Garon could only watch in dismay as Queen Beth began to summon another animal spirit but this time to take over Palador's body. The room darkened as Beth began to chant a magical incantation, and soon a dark cloud hung in the air above Palador. It swooped down towards his mouth too fast for him to close it and it started to vanish down his throat. Palador shrieked and tried to close his mouth, but his mouth was some how held open by a strange force, when the dark cloud completely disappeared into his mouth, he started screaming and jerking wildly in his straps.
A few moments of silence followed, in which the only sounds in the room were Beth's evil laughter and Palador's quiet sobbing. "It got inside me," He whimpered. "Something's... inside me... help... me..." His naked, rune-covered body began to writhe strangely within his bonds.
Beth began to stroke herself. "Yes," she hissed. "Fight it. I want to see you change slowly. Just like your sister."