Flora is being forced to work as the new royal alchemist to make wonders for the kingdom.  But when mixing chemicals goes wrong and she slowly turns blue and starts to swell Flora has more to worry about than being forced to work for a bratty king.  Hopefully she can figure out what she did before juicy thoughts take over.  (This story is in early access on my Patreon and will come to DA on Jan 24th.)

Flora grunted as she was dragged into the throne room. She wasn’t sure what this was all about. The knights hadn’t spoken a word to her since dragging her away from her workshop in broad daylight. She gritted her teeth as she was thrown to the foot of the throne, the knights in their shiny armor saluting the young king. She had never seen the king before but noted how young he was, almost seven years younger than she was.

             “Do you know why I had you brought before me?” Flora shook her head without looking up. “I have heard you are something of an alchemist. I wish for you to put those skills to work for the sake of the kingdom.”

             Flora snorted as she looked up at the young lord. “My lord, I only deal with herbal remedies to cure the sick. I am not—”

             He stood up. “You cannot trick me. My guards have seen you work your magic.” Flora gulped. “Now, I want you to get to work right away.” He began to walk down towards her, his golden cape dragging behind him. “You see, I would have you work on finding a way to produce wonders for my army. Like using your alchemy to conjure fire against our enemies. Or maybe turn water into hard steel to make our armor more easily.”