Hi~! I know that it's been forever since I've even put anything up here, but thanks to a phone that connects to my skydrive, I can now write anywhere and actually keep up with my brain. I blame Netflix for letting me become obsessed with this anime, but its too late to go back now!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THIS EXCEPT FOR THE IDEA AND THE MIRROR IN THIS CHAPTER. THAT'S MINE. I GET TO CLAIM THAT.

Chapter 1: Mirror Mirror

There were many things that Sion could deal with. His mountains of paperwork, constantly getting half written reports from Ryner and strange reports from the youngest of the Eris family about Ryner and Ferris. He could even deal with Ryner's constant napping and invasion of his personal space whenever he and Ferris returned from their voyage for Hero relics. But this, this indignity he would not stand for!

"This isn't funny Lucile! What am I supposed to do like this?!"

It had all started with a package that had been sitting innocently on his desk, three puppies that looked identical to the one he had as a child running around the legs of his desk. His half siblings had finally realized that he was no longer their bastard of a half brother but was now their king and each had sent him a small white puppy, hoping to placate his anger against them for their callous order for he and his mother's murder when he was a child.

After giving each some attention, something he could do at anytime by had gotten into the habit of starting the moment he arrived in his study, Sion looked over the delicately wrapped box. It wasn't unheard of for him to receive gifts - on the contrary, he often received a number of gifts daily and would often disperse them out among the palace staff - but this one was different. There were no labels or tags from him to identify the person who had sent it, and the amount of ribbons on the box itself was almost nauseating. He may be slightly effeminate with his slim stature and long locks, but he was most definitely not a woman.

Carefully picking through the mass of ribbons, Sion unwrapped the gift, taking the lid off the box, cautiously looking inside. Placing the lid off to the side, the Roland King picked up the strange piece of folded cloth, pealing the layers of different fabric away to unveil a delicate golden mirror. Sitting down in his chair, Sion carefully turned the mirror, looking at the fine craftsmanship of it, barely glancing at his reflection as he looked at the words inscribed around the glass. It was in an old language, one of the few he had never gotten around to learning.

Placing the hand mirror down, Sion picked up the material that the mirror had been wrapped in, his hands deftly pulling the different pieces apart. Looking at the different materials that were now separated, Sion felt a blush creep up his face as he recognized a set of woman's undergarments and a sheer woman's nightdress. Quickly dropping those back into the box, Sion picked up the last and largest piece of cloth. Unfolding it, Sion stared at the largest, almost royal looking baby blanket that he had ever seen.

"What? I have no intention of being married or having children... What is..?!" Sneezing, Sion waved at the silver dust that came off the blanket, tickling his nose. Coughing as it became worse, Sion dropped the blanket, standing up sharp enough to knock his chair over and send his pampered pooches' scattering. Flailing around his study, Sion tried to locate the doors to his balcony, some dust having gotten in his eyes. This went on for a few moments, after which Sion finally located the doors and ran out onto the balcony, coughing as gasping in the clean air, his hand presses over his heart.

Sion stood outside his study for an hour, his gold eyes watching as the dust dispersed out through the window as he leaned against the banister, his three dogs huddled around his feet. He felt woozy, but he assumed that it was from the air denied to his lungs for the few minutes that he couldn't find the door. Stepping back into his work space, the Roland King proceeded to open every window he could, throwing the curtains wide as the usual breeze through the kingdom blew through. After comforting his three pets, Sion put everything back into the box, covering his nose and mouth as he dropped the blanket in, the mirror placed delicately on top. Placing the lid back on, Sion placed the box off on one of his bookshelves, well out of his way.

"There. I'll take care of you later. Now, let's start on that monstrous pile of paperwork." Sion sat down at his desk, the box going to the far reaches of his mind as hours passed, the pile of completed papers almost even with the pile of uncompleted work. Sitting back, Sion rubbed his eyes, exhaustion pulling at him as a maid came in with his lunch.

"You need to eat your majes... ?!" Looking up at the maid, Sion felt his face twist in confusion. Why had she stopped mid statement like that? Was there something wrong with his face? Looking over at the box, Sion felt his stomach sink as he took off to his private bathroom, the maid shrieking behind him about an intruder in the King's study.

Staring back at him from the mirror was a petite woman whose bosom looked too large for her tiny stature with large golden eyes and long white hair, almost four feet longer than his own. For a long moment he just stared at the reflection, paying no mind to his generals who had come running to find the so called intruder. Looking over at the gathered men, Sion did the only thing that came to mind.

He screamed; a high, feminine scream that echoed through out the castle and caused all of his generals to clamp their hands over their ears. He would have to give Lucile some credit though; he barely even flinched at the horrifying noise that erupted from his throat.

"I see that his majesty has finally joined the ranks of those who yearn so much for his bed." Sion gaped at the head of the Eris family, his - her - jaw dropping at the comment. Here she was, having been transformed from a man into a woman and he's making jokes?! She had the possibility of having her head cut off and Lucile was taking a crack at her? Blind fury clouded the King turned Queen's eyesight, her hands coming up to throttle her body guard.

"You think this is funny Lucile?! I've just lost over half of my body mass and have the possibility of someone trying to over throw my rule and you're cracking a joke!" The Eris head barely blinked as she choked him, barely phased be the grip that - while most likely deadly to a normal man - barely even left a mark on him. He let his Queen's fury run its course, knowing from experience with his two younger sisters that it was better to just have them let it out then for them to bottle it up. He had seen very few explosions of anger from Sion as a man and he did not want to find out what happened when a female Sion became so infuriated that she could no longer control even the magic she used.

It seemed that it only took a few moment's from Sion's fit of anger to run its course, the small woman slumping against Lucile in exhaustion as the adrenaline left her system. The blonde man carefully helped his charge over to her bed, smoothing her hair like he had seen her lover do when she became too stressed and he was about.

"Everything will be alright your majesty. I am here, and I will send for Ryner Lute and Ferris immediately. Your safety is my priority over everything else." Lucile backed away when Sion shook her head furiously, standing in his customary spot next to her.

"No! You will do no such thing Lucile!" Sion stood up sharply, her shoulders shaking. "I refuse to let anyone outside of this room see me in this state! Figure out how to reverse this, this is your other priority Lucile. You and Miran will work together to figure out how to reverse this."

Lucile frowned at that statement, looking over at the darkly clad lieutenant general. He did not like the adopted child of the former Marquis Froaude. Working with him would be difficult, but he would please his king and do as ordered.

"As you wish your majesty. Did you receive something that was odd today, you highness?"

Lucile watched at Sion gathered her floor length robes up and walked to her study, himself following a step and a half behind while the generals walked eight paces behind him. Even with her shorter state, Sion still seemed to emit an air of male nobility and power. She led them over to one of her less cluttered bookcases, picking up a gaudy baby pink and blue box that was covered with ribbons.

"This was on my desk this morning. After I unwrapped everything, the blanket in here emitted a silvery dust. It took me a few minutes to get outside because a piece got in my eyes. I choked on it for about five minutes." Taking the box, Lucile looked it over, holding the lid on as he turned it over in his hands. There didn't seem the be anything outwardly different about this box from any other box, but looks could be deceiving.

"I do not see anything on the outside of the box. Froaude, what do you see?" Handing the lieutenant general the box, Lucile watched as Sion picked up her pets, cuddling them in a way that he hadn't before. He frowned at the way she coddled them, whispering that she loved them and smothering them in kisses. This was strange behavior for their king, but it did give him an idea as to what could be ailing him.

"I conclude the same, Lord Eris." Taking the box back, Lucile stepped to the opposing side of the desk, placing the box between himself and Miran.

"Very well them. Since his majesty has already begun to suffer the effects of this box, it is safe to assume that neither of us shall be affected by it. However, you are free to wear a face cover if it eases your mind, Lieutenant Froaude." Lucile smiled, knowing that it unnerved everyone. Sion only said work together, she never said that he couldn't make Froaude feel uncomfortable.

"No need, it was obviously meant to affect his majesty and only his majesty. This box never came through my office for inspection, which piques my interest because it is nigh impossible for an intruder to make it this far into the castle." Lucile frowned, knowing that Miran was correct. No one with ill intent made it past even the gardens, which left the question of what this box contained, and what spell was put upon their king. Sion looked up, her large golden eyes tracking their movements with a hawks gaze, his strategic mind stuck inside the small body of a woman.

Lucile lifted the lid off the box, the others in the room standing back for a moment before they inched closer, Sion being the only one to stay in her seat. Froaude reached in and pulled the mirror from the top, looking it over as he read the inscription, his eyes sliding over the figures that had been made into the gold. The mirror would cost a fortune, even for a person of the wealthy class. The black diamonds, mother of pearl, ivory, and other precious stones that were inlaid to the gold were worth a hefty sum, not to mention the fact that the rest of the mirror was made of pure gold.

On the back of the hand mirror, Froaude took note of the resemblance of one of the figures to Sion. The figure was well crafted, though the figure was half male, half female. The rest of the details were almost life like. Ivory for the skin, white fire opal for the hair, twin yellow orange zircon for they eyes, as well as black star sapphire, red orange fire opals, blue sapphires, and pink violet spinel made up the clothing. The other adult figure held a strong resemblance to the Alpha Stigma bearer, Ryner Lute. Long rows of blue sapphire made up his cloak, Swiss blue topaz for his jacket, black spinel and black star sapphire for his hair, and a pair of twin red orange fire opals set in a pair of mocha moonstone crystals for his eyes. Between the two figures on the mirror was a smaller, younger figure. There was no way to determine the sex of the figure, though it held the hands of the two adults. This child figure had a pair of red orange fire opals set in a pair of yellow orange zircon as their eyes, black spinel and black star sapphire for their hair, and their clothing was made up of emeralds, black star sapphires, and Swiss blue topaz.

"The inscription around the mirror itself roughly translates to 'Ye barren woes no more, thy Father shall be thy Mother, and thy Mother shall be thy Father.' The language is old, but there are some similarities to our written language as well as the written languages of the surrounding countries." Miran handed the mirror over to Lucile, the blonde man looking it over with the same scrutiny. Lucile said nothing as he placed it down, only glancing over at Sion as he placed it down on the desk gently, pulling the box closer as he reached in, pulling out the royal purple blanket that Sion had said emitted the silver dust. Patting it, Lucile tossed it out over the back of the chair, noting that nothing emitted from the blanket.

"I detect none of the silver dust that you found earlier, you majesty." Sion frowned, standing up and walking around to stand next to Lucile, picking the blanket up and looking it over herself. Looking back into the box, Lucile picked up the remaining pieces of cloth. Placing the clothing out, Lucile noticed how the others in the room became flustered, looking away from the items. Looking at the sheer dress and the female underclothes, Lucile raised an eyebrow at all of them. Had none of them ever bedded a woman? Turning to Sion, Lucile picked up the undergarments.

"Your majesty, perhaps we should retire to your rooms for a moment so that you can put these on to help relieve the weight of your breasts from your back." Sion's face turned an interesting shade of scarlet as she nodded, almost scurrying away to get to her rooms. Following his queen, Lucile thought over the items that were found in the box, the words that were inscribed on the mirror, and the mirror itself. There were all the indications of a fertility spell used for couples who have been unable to produce a child, where either one or both of the couple were barren. The King had only one lover, and since Sion himself was not a woman, it was impossible for them to produce a child. This spell, however, made that possible. But Sion did not want her lover to be called back from his mission, having ordered Lucile to not even both sending for them.

The problem with that was, if this was indeed a fertility spell that changes the genders of the couple for them to reproduce and had been modified for a male couple, then the only way for the spell to be reversed was for Sion and his lover to be together and procreate the child - or children. Frowning, Lucile closed the doors to the King's suite, locking them as he waited for Sion to strip down. Sion, however, was fidgeting nervously, her hands shaking as she pulled at her belt, pulling it off slowly. Sighing, Lucile walked over, batting her hands away, quickly disrobing the woman whose arms shot up to cover her chest from him, her usually pale face a deep scarlet as she stood in front of him.

"Your majesty need not worry about such things with me. I only wish to help you dress and help relieve the pain that you have no doubt been experiencing since the change." Sion still refused to look him in the eye, her eyes cast either down or away from his face. Lucile knew that the King usually dressed himself, the thought of having another being dress him bothered him to no end, so putting the corset on her was going to be a challenge in and of itself.

Pulling the lace of the corset off completely, Lucile forcefully pulled Sion's arms away from her chest, placing both of them in one hand as he pushed the corset up and under her breasts before releasing her. Sion's hands come up to shove him away as she clutched the material close to her chest, her eyes wide in fright.

"What the hell is your problem, Lucile?!" Smirking darkly, Lucile stepped closer to his ruler, bending over so that he could get into her face. She backed away from him, shaking as she gripped the stiff fabric of the corset tighter to her chest, all to aware of her state of undress.

"Nothing at all, your majesty. Just dressing you." Spinning her around so that her hands were braced against the wall, Lucile started to lace the corset up, pulling and tightening the cord so that it was taunt. Several times he had to either swat at Sion's rear or grab her waist to keep her from moving as he worked on the corset. Before he finished lacing the back up, Lucile turned her around, looking at the placement of the corset against her chest before shifting it over until it was even on both sides. Turning her back around, Lucile finished lacing the back up, tying it tightly just under her the wings for her arms. Picking up the pair of underwear that he had pulled from the box as well, Lucile held them out to Sion in offer.

"Would you like to put these on yourself, you majesty?" Sion all but snatched them from his hand, sitting down as she slipped them on over her legs, standing as she pulled them into place. Lucile had her clothing ready for her, helping her put it back on, leaving the neck of the shirt open so that it wouldn't be uncomfortably tight around Sion's neck. Tying the belt in place, Lucile stepped back, smiling at his perturbed ruler. In return, he received a dark scowl as Sion picked her cloak up, heading back to her study.

Lucile followed her, knowing that he had figured out what was happening to their King, only having to discuss it with Froaude to please Sion. Sion kept glancing back at him, her gold eyes tracking him, what happened back in her rooms bothering her. Lucile knew that Sion had an idea as to why she was like this, but needed confirmation as to what she was going to have to suffer through to break it. Claugh scowled at Lucile as he walked in after Sion, going over to Sion, asking if anything was wrong in a low tone that was meant to keep the conversation between himself and Sion.

"Did he do something your majesty?" Sion looked at Lucile from the corner of her eyes, watching as the Eris headed over the desk, talking with Miran as they looked over the remaining objects. Claugh watched as well, knowing that something was wrong, thoughts of what almost happened to Noa flashing through his mind. 'I won't let anything like that happen to his majesty while he's like this. Even if it means going up against that freak.'

"I'm fine, Claugh. Lucile only did what was necessary." Claugh frowned, knowing that Sion was lying to him. She wasn't limping or flinching away from him, so nothing along the lines for forced intercourse happened, but considering that it only took them a matter of a few minutes to return, Claugh knew that something was up.

"I see. Forgive me for imputing, your majesty. If you need anything, please come to Noa and I. If nothing else, Noa knows what it is to be a woman and what surprises await in the future." Sion nodded, smiling a little.

"Thank you, Claugh. If this is irreversible, I shall come to you and Noa for assistance in settling into this new form." Claugh sighed as he got the closest thing to an admittance of weakness from Sion, nodding as he smiled a little.

Looking up as they were approached, Claugh watched as Lucile and Miran shook their heads at Sion in unison. Claugh felt his stomach sink as he looked at the remaining items in the box, Sion's face falling.

"Your majesty, it is the opinion of Lieutenant Froaude and myself that this is a modified fertility spell." Sion gapped at the two men, looking between them as she stepped unconsciously closer to Claugh, the admiral glancing at her as she did so.

'She's afraid that they'll try and take advantage of her while she's under this spell. Not an irrational fear, considering that the only way this kind of spell ends is when the affected pair have the child in their arms.' Claugh scowled at Miran and Lucile, standing closer to Sion, silently declaring that he wasn't going to allow either of them to even think about trying to bed their ruler. Miran's eyes flashed angrily at him as he did so, Lucile just smiling at him, nodding almost unnoticeably at Claugh.

"Your majesty, it would be best if we called Ryner Lute and Ferris back. Considering the circumstances..." Sion snarled at Froaude for even brining up the very notion. While Lucile, Claugh, and Froaude knew of his relationship with Ryner, she had no intention of having his entire staff know about it.

"No. I will find a way to reverse this without having to go through with what you are suggesting." Taking the box from Lucile, Sion turned to Claugh. "It appears that I shall be taking you up on your offer. Please, go and get Noa and explain to her what has happened before returning here. As for the rest of you, you're all dismissed to return to your duties."

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