Wyatt Cain blinked as DG stomped past him a look of absolute frustration clouding her face. The princess grabbed a pillow of a divan and shoved it over her face and screamed.

A moment later she dropped the pillow onto the floor with a scowl.

"Something wrong, your highness?" The Tin Man asked laughter in his voice.

DG stared at the lawman in dismay, "Please, not you too." She narrowed her eyes at him. "If you bow I swear I'll kick you."

His ice blue eyes traveled down to her bare feet. He smirked. "I'd recommend against it."

She wrinkled her nose at him.

"What's got you frothing?" He asked raising a pale eyebrow.

"Aren't people supposed to listen to you if you're a princess?" DG's voice touched on plaintive.

Cain decided that pointing out that she was just complaining about the courtesies extended to royalty was not a good idea in her currant mood. "Yeah, kiddo I suppose they are. Is someone not listening to you?"

DG huffed and folded her arms around her middle. "The Guild of Seamstresses. I was just in having a fitting."

Wyatt Cain was suddenly vary much aware that Princess DG of the O.Z. was in her underwear.

The Gillikin purple underpants were paired with a midriff baring chemise, lots of milky white skin was on display.

It was suddenly hard to breath.

"Move along!" Cain barked to a gawking courtier who had taken a wrong turn. The unfortunate noble ran like a scared bunnybury at the sight of the scowling Tin Man.

DG ignored that. "They won't let me have pants," she blurted.

Purple was a good color for her. She should wear it more often. It brought out her eyes; which were the only things he was looking at.

DG gazed at him expectantly.

"Pants?" He managed after clubbing his retreating composure over the head and dragging it back.

"Apparently, it's not lady-like to wear pants. Of all the antiquated stupid ideas!" DG waved her arms about to get her point across. "It's not like I object to dressing up. I can be girly. It's just I refuse to do it all the time. Pants are practical."

To Cain's mind pants were not an unreasonable request. As much as pants were considered inappropriate for women he had to admit that practical was a good reason. He had always liked her practical streak. He supposed it was the farm girl in her.

"Princess," he began and laughed when she scowled at him. "What you seem to have forgotten is that you are in fact in charge here. If you want pants order them to make you pants."

Pink lips quirked up, "I can do that?"

She was going to have to get used to giving commands, Cain mused. And this was a start. "Just walk up to them and don't leave any room for argument."

DG nodded and stood. "Thank you."

She absentmindedly kissed him on the cheek as she marched resolutely back towards the fitting room, bare feet slapping on marble.

Behind her stood a bemused man holding a hand up to the cheek she just kissed.


The bunnies of bunnybury were a community of talking bunnies in the Oz Books. In the O.Z. they come in pastels.