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"I'm going to be sick," Harry said between clenched teeth.

"Just breathe," Hermione responded smiling, "we can do this."

"If we get caught—"

"Shut up Harry," Draco interrupted, "we're ready, they're waiting for us."

Harry swallowed down the bile rising in his throat, if he threw up now that would give it away. He looked to his friends, Hermione wearing a heavily adorned gown in pale blue, her hair was lightened to honey blonde and she appeared taller or maybe that was the posture she attempted to pull off.

Draco was in royal bulter's garb, his hair was darker and cropped close to his skull.

Harry felt sweat pool at the base of his spine, his clothes wear heavier, more expensive, his hair was shorter, blonder and his skin was back to it's English white.

 

Since Harry's return from his run in with the Princess, the idea was instantly formed that where else would the Malfoy's hide? A lavish, luxurious palace. And the only people allowed into the palace other than the staff and royal family?

Princess Samira's suitors.

 

Hermione sprang into action and organised approval from the Duke of Oslo and the royal family of Norway to go undercover as the Duke Erik, his sister Lady Simone and head servant Daniel. The family even sent four Norwegian armed guards to assist in the project.

 

"Presenting Duke of Oslo, Erik Epsen, his sister Lady Simone Epsen of Norway," Draco announced in a confident voice.

The Palace gates opened soundlessly revealing a long marble path leading to the golden doors of the Palace. Their horses trotted forwards seeming more confident than their rider's. These horses were from the Duke of Oslo, he was well known for his love of horses and riding, Harry had had to learn how to ride and learn everything about the Duke to pull off his character.

 

The King's servant and guards greeted them at the doors to the Palace, they bowed deeply and Harry felt the heat rise from his collar.

"Your grace," the servant said, "the King Izaiah thanks you for your travels for his daughter's hand. Please take this afternoon to relax and refresh before your audience with the Princess tonight."

"Thank you," Harry nodded.

"We will look after your horses for the duration of your stay," he replied.

"Very well," Hermione spoke formally as best she could.

The trio entered the Palace and were careful not to look too impressed by the abundant interiors. Every inch of the Palace was decorated with silk, gold and jewelled excessively.

 

The King's servant sunk into a bow ahead of them, Draco and Hermione quickly followed suit but Harry wasn't quick enough.

"Your highness," the servant said still bowed.

"Another suitor?"

Princess Samira stood in the centre of the jewelled hallway, framed magnificently, a long gown of deep plum floated around her ankles. Harry and her locked eyes, was there a flicker of recognition.

"Yes you're highness," the servant replied.

"Get down," Hermione clenched her teeth in a whisper.

Harry sunk into a bow but couldn't take his eyes off the Princess, she was beautiful and seeing her in her own surroundings he wondered how he could ever have thought she was just a girl from the village.

"You didn't hear your Grace?"

Harry swallowed willing his mouth to work, "pardon me your highness?"

"Surely you have heard the gossip? I'm a brat, a spoilt elitist," she raised an eyebrow her eyes glinting with mischief.

"I don't socialise with people who gossip your highness, especially those who speak ill of you," Harry sank into another bow.

"I'm sure you will soon see for yourself, don't unpack," she grinned and left, her gown trailing behind her.

 

"I assure you, your highness was being facetious, she has quite a sense of humour," the King's servant gave an apologetic smile.

"Your highness seems lovely," Hermione said.

 

"I'll leave you to your rooms to settle in and we shall see you at the dinner tonight, seven o'clock," with a distinctive bow and left.

 

Draco passed Hermione a slip of parchment it read, 'Set the muffalio spell on our rooms. We need to plan now.'

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