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“I gnight! Me… strong!” He froze, hearing how his new voice came out shrill, almost breaking into a squeal. Quiet laughter filled the hall, and Roland felt his face flush with humiliation. ‘Why the hell are they laughing at me?!’
He looked at Arkanius, who was watching him with an icy smile.
“Oh, Roland… or should I call you Rolanda?” Arkanius drawled, his voice dripping with cold mockery. He stood up from his seat, stepping closer to get a better look at the result of his spell. “No, that name’s too noble for a girl like you,” Arkanius continued, stepping even closer. He looked over Roland’s transformed body, slowly smiling. “I think you’re more like… Rolly. Rolly Whinegob.”
“No!” he screeched, his voice sounding more like a whine now. “Me no be dis… dis Rolly! Me gnight! Strong gnight! Me go to king! He can fix me! King no let dis happen!”
She looked around, hoping to see support, but the courtiers either avoided her gaze or chuckled.
“The king?” Arkanius drawled, his voice laced with ridicule. “You really think the king will receive you like this, Rolly? You’re no longer a knight… I don’t even know what you are. Goblins aren’t usually welcome at court,” he sneered, savoring each word.
Rolly clenched her clawed fingers, struggling to contain her rising anger. She saw how the courtiers, instead of the fear and respect she was used to commanding, now only laughed and whispered among themselves. ‘They’re laughing at me! I’ll show them when I get my body back!’
“No!” Rolly shrieked again, her voice breaking into a high-pitched squeal. “King must hear me! Me no be stupid goblin! Me Roland de Laurens!” But even her own words didn’t sound convincing. She turned and marched toward the exit of the hall, feeling her new chest bounce clumsily as she tried to maintain her dignity, taking quick, small steps.
“Oh, how cute she walks,” someone whispered mockingly from the crowd, causing another burst of giggling.
Arkanius, watching Rolly’s departure, couldn’t resist one last biting remark, which sent the court into another wave of laughter:
“Oh, Rolly, don’t forget to grab a broom on your way out. Maybe the kitchen could use a new helper.”
Rolly only quickened her pace, feeling how her new body moved awkwardly and clumsily. She stormed out of the hall, her tiny legs carrying her quickly down the corridor. She barely held back her anger, suppressing the humiliation boiling inside her. All her thoughts now were focused solely on getting to the king and forcing him to set things right.