Antyny's brain worked overtime, trying to make sense of these new revelations as he followed his chief guard. A quick scrying spell on a mirror in the hall told him that those of his sons within the palace walls were now beautiful princesses, and from their lack of panic, they gave no indication that they knew anything had changed. Rather, they all acted like they had been women all their lives.
It also stunned him how different they all behaved. Rather than practicing their sword-fighting and magic, they were simply chatting about dresses and such or gossiping with the servants. Whoever had done this had to be very powerful, or had been laying this trap for a very long time.
Which now brought Antyny back to the present circumstance. Someone, or some group, had set him up, he was sure. And the most suspicious individuals had to be these men who were supposedly betrothed to his "daughters."
Having Sheyric list out their names, he recognized a number of princes of surrounding nations who had proclaimed their support for him, as well as a few of his own men who had earned great honors on the battlefield.
Had he been tricked by these men? Had they done this only for their own gain, transforming his own heirs into daughters and marrying into the new royal line? Maybe this magic was supposed to erase his own memories, too, and he had escaped only by accident. Or even worse, perhaps he had been meant to change, too, and some scheming wretch had hoped to wed not simply a princess but a queen! Whatever the case, he needed to act fast.
But what should he do first? With this question in mind, he entered the throne room where his daughters' betrothed were waiting to greet him.