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Besh’tel was a hired assassin and a good one at that. He had been working in the Du’mal empire for quite some time and had made a name for himself. Besh’tel had started out as nothing more than a simple mercenary working for cheap coin. Over the years, he had honed his skills, and now only the very wealthy could afford his services. That being said, Besh’tel had never gotten a contract quite like this one. 

It was his biggest contract yet. Somebody had hired him to assassinate the king of Du’mal. It was pretty crazy to think that he had reached a level at which somebody would actually consider him for a job so big. Besh’tel was excited at the prospect of being the infamous assassin who took down the king himself, but this would be no easy task. The king kept himself guarded at all times, and anyone other than his well-known and regarded staff would look out of place wandering the castle. Besh’tel would need to be extremely careful if he was going to successfully pull this off.

For all its dangers, the plan was fairly simple. Besh’tel would sneak into the castle under the cover of night. He had been scoping out the place for several days and knew exactly when the shift change was. The night guards were fairly lazy and would usually leave their posts even if the guards taking their place had not arrived yet. Once inside, Besh’tel would make his way to the King’s chambers, where he would no doubt be retiring for a night of restful sleep. The idea being that it would become a sleep he would never wake up from.

Besh’tel began by waiting for the guards to leave. Right on time, they started to walk away, and Besh’tel slipped into the castle unnoticed. He made his way stealthily through the corridors towards the king's chamber. Finding the door he was looking for, he praised his good luck. The door seemed unguarded. Perhaps the indoor guards were just as lazy as the outdoor ones. Besh’tel slowly inched the door open and slid inside. The room was extremely dark, and it was hard to make anything out. He began to creep towards what he thought was the bed when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Instinctively, he threw a dagger at the form with pinpoint accuracy. Big mistake.

He heard a startled female gasp as the knife plunged into the shape in the corner. Besh’tel’s eyes finally adjusted to the dark, and he could see that the shape had not been a guard or even the king himself. It was the queen! She slid down the wall, blood erupting from the wound in her chest. He rushed over to her just in time to see the light fade from her eyes as she drew her final breath. No sooner had she done this than the ornate bangle she wore around her wrist began to glow with a brilliant blue light. It seemed to pulse rhythmically for a few moments before a wave of energy exploded out from it in a wave.

The wave hit Besh’tel, sending him sprawling to the floor. It was a cursed piece of jewelry! Besh’tel had heard that the king had access to such magics, but he had not expected to encounter them. The light from the explosion faded in twinkling glitter as the room dimmed. Besh’tel felt strange and not just because he had hit his head during the fall. His body felt all wrong and somehow weaker. Besh’tel was in peak physical condition when he had entered, but now his skin felt soft and doughy, losing all muscle definition. What was going on?
Besh’tel got to his feet and tried to walk to the nearby mirror. As he did, though his balance kept changing. It was as if he was getting more front-heavy the further he walked. Finally arriving at the mirror, he saw why. His previously flat chest now sported two jiggling breasts that were struggling to be free of the tight shirt he had been wearing. Besh’tel no longer recognized the person staring back in the mirror. Where once he had been an olive-skinned, rugged man with a chiseled complexion, now stared back a beautiful, fair-skinned woman. Besh’tel didn’t have time to think about this though, as the doors to the chamber burst open. The noise of the explosion had clearly alerted the guards. Besh’tel had been caught, and it was not going to be good.

Instead of being put to death, the king thought of a better punishment for Besh’tel. Seeing as the curse of the bangle had transformed him into a beautiful woman, the king decided he would take her as his new wife. And so was the fate of dear Besh’tel. She was forced to sleep with the king and raise his many children.  Besh’tel became quite famous for being the most beautiful woman in the land. She lived out the rest of her days in the palace in relative comfort, although it’s hard to say whether she actually ever enjoyed her new life or not.