A/N-Thanks for ze reviews. They make happy, and when I'm happy, I post more chappies! It's a win-win situation! Well, as long as you review -winkwinknudgenudge-.

Disclaimer-At the bottom again.

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"What!" shouted Daine, standing up. "A temporary princess? But that's impossible!"

"Not impossible," remarked Kaddar. "Nothing's impossible."

"Nothing's impossible? Then why don't you go defeat Scanra with your pudding?"

Kaddar suddenly had a strange image of him running wild in the streets of Scrana killing everyone with his pudding.

"Well, that's off-topic. Besides, they could choke on it!"

"But how are you going to make me look like Kally?"

"Kally?"

"Her friends call her that."

"I see. But the latest fashion at the university is looking like someone you're not, so we should have no trouble, really."

No one said anything, but some drunks yelling in the common room snapped them back to reality.

"Is there any other way?" she asked.

"No."

"I'll do it."

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"Finished!" remarked the university student. "And not to shabby, either."

"Can I see?" Daine asked. She and Kaddar (who was heavily disguised) had been in the streets of Carthak, looking for a place to style hair and other things. They had found this salon, and the only people working there were university students, which was lucky. They probably wouldn't remember her, due to the ever-increasing exams.

The student turned the chair around, and Daine gasped when she saw her reflection in a looking-glass. The hair had been the last thing on the Daine-becomes-Kalasin project.

Daine did not meet Daine in the looking-glass, but Daine met Kalasin. Her eyes had been spelled to a coal-blue, much different than her own. Her hair had been straightened and dyed to a midnight black. Even her nails were polished. But the most uncomfortable part was easily the binding on her chest, which was highly uncomfortable. But you could barely tell that it was Daine. You either had to have known Daine or Kalasin for a long time before you could even begin to guess who they were.

Kaddar applauded at the sight of her. She blushed and bowed her head. They quickly paid, and went out of the shop.

"Well then," she commented.

He looked at her, and said, "You're too tall."

"I'm five years older!"

"True. But look, you're wearing boots and breaches. Wear skirts and flat-heeled shoes. Whenever talking with someone, just kneel a little bit. If you're wearing skirts, they won't even notice."

Daine sighed.

"But what if the public sees me up close? Then when the real Kalasin comes back, they won't know it's her!"

He struggled for words.

"Well, we can't let them see you up close now, can we? Besides, this is mainly for getting you into the palace. I've learned over the years that guards quickly forget things, so we should be fine."

"Should?"

"Should."

"Well, this will be interesting."

He laughed.

"Very interesting."

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"Halt!" called a guard. "Who goes there?"

Kaddar smiled.

"'Tis I, the Emperor! The one who you guard and protect with your soul! The one who is the closest in your hearts. For my country, my love is a fever, longing still for that which longer nurseth the disease.

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, for they in thee a thousand errors note; but 'tis my heart that loves what they despise; who in despite of view is pleas'd to dote."

The guard's exchanges glances but let them both through.

"Did you just recite poetry?" Daine asked, as they passed through the massive doorway.

"Why yes I did. It's a code that let's anyone pass. Well, the code is 'the one who you guard and protect your soul'. But it's no fun. I decided to spice it up a bit. We need more fun nowadays."

When they reached the next set of doors, Kaddar recited a different bit of poetry, but he obviously said the right thing as they let them both through. Luckily, none of the guards asked about Daine. If you were with the Emperor, they decided you were harmless.

After Kaddar had recited something about 'But never taxe'd for speech,' they made it through into the massive bedroom. He sighed, and sat on the bed.

"What now?" he said.

"Well," said Daine. "We have to find Kalasin, give her the proper title of 'Empress', and something tells me you would like to have a nice little chat with this Lukiem."

"Right," he agreed. "But, we also have to give Kalasin's introduction at court, which is…tomorrow."

"Tomorrow!" she shouted. "But we can't do it! Postpone it! Highness," she added, forgetting who she was talking to.

"We have to! Nobles from all around are coming for her introduction. You'll just have to do it. Just stay away from the nobles who live close by, because they might come here more often afterwards. Don't say much, your voices are different."

"Can't you just put a spell on it?"

"Well, of course I can, but for the sake of remembering who you are you might want to keep your own voice!"

She shook her head.

"We have to do this as thoroughly as possible. If we let one thing slip, it could be chaos when Kalasin returns."

"How do you know she'll be returning, then?" she asked. He seemed confident that she would be back.

"I don't, but I'm hoping. I really don't want to marry that Copper Isles princess."

Daine started walking around the room, looking at various objects.

"This is…a big room. Is that a bath?" she exclaimed. He nodded.

"Wow. So, what do I have to do for this introduction?" she asked.

"Well," he began…

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A knock on the door made Kalasin nearly jump out of her own skin. Kaddar normally just opened the door.

"Come in," she said, not bothering to get up. To her surprise, it was Lukiem.

"Princess," he said, bowing. "How lovely it is to see you again."

She stood up, and growled, "What do you want?"

She felt immediately bad however, as the rush of Lukiem's story came back into her head.

"Just to talk, princess. How do you find your quarters?" He began fingering the quill on the desk. "Are they suitable?"

"I…thank you. Yes, they are. Although I am rather bored."

He smiled.

"I shall send for some books. Whatever you want, just ask Kaddar. He will more than happy to help you."

Why is he so nice, all of a sudden? She wondered, than nodded.

He got up and left. Soon after, 'Kaddar' came in, and bowed low.

"I…,"he mumbled "am at your service."

"Thank you," she said coldly. "I would like to get out of here."

"I apologize," he said, grating his teeth together, "but that is the one thing I cannot provide."

"Then books," she said, turning around. "You are dismissed."

He left.

It had totally escaped Kalasin's mind that Kaddar was the Emperor, and she could not give orders to him.

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Unikum, the person disguised as Kaddar, was fed up, beyond belief. Every single day he went to feed a girl barely out of the child years, and he was not getting paid. Well, to put it in Lukiem's words: 'Your payment is your head.'

But now this. He was to be a slave to this girl. He would not stand for this. It was wrong what they were doing, he had no reason to hate Tortall. He would give himself in to Kaddar. Hopefully he would be spared his head, and given a pardon for revealing Lukiem's plan. He grinned; it always felt better to be on the good side. The side not for kidnapping and war.

War, he thought. What is it good for?

Absolutely nothing! Another voice said.

He grinned again, and began walking to Kaddar's quarters, where he would most certainly be.

It felt good.

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A/N-I'm having a really hard time cutting it off lately, but hey. Okay…first of all, being such a geek as I am :D:D:D:D I put a lot of references in here. There's a bunch to Star Trek :D:D:D:D:D and to the song War. You know: War! What is it good for! Absolutely nothing! Say it again! Hehehehe and there's Shakespeare in here, with Kaddar. That was taken, almost word-for-word from a Star Trek script, where a character is reciting Shakespeare. So I just Googled (I love that word!) it, found it and copied it. WOW I'm such a geek. And proud. :D So, please review:D (I think I'm obsessed with these things:D) :) Once again, please review, and pardon my momentarily bout of insanity!

Disclaimer-No matter how many hours (Yes I think I spent hours on this one) I put into this, the characters and settings you recognize aren't mine.

Also…the lyrics for War! Aren't mine, I copied the poetry from Star Trek which also isn't mine and Google isn't mine.

Please, please review! Please?