Illusion
A gentle knock drew a gasp from her and the spell was shattered. Gone was the false image of herself, in it place was the trembling visage of broken innocence.
With a quick jump she retuned to her bridal bed, pulling the sheets high and portraying the part of a nervous maiden. With loud guffaws, simple Jack was thrust into the room by the rowdy hands of her father's court.
"Time to bed the princess!" A drunken lord roared out.
She blushed prettily, in embarrassment they thought, but truly she was angry. How she loathed them all.