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After the shock of discovering Adam inside her wardrobe, the princess now took the opportunity to take him in proper. Pursing her lips, Damali surveyed him one last time, perhaps a few seconds longer than necessary. She had to admit he was far from being hard on the eyes, despite his shaggy cut and outlandish attire, but when he suggested a disguise, she stifled a giggle and suddenly cupped her hand over her mouth, remembering such behavior wasn't ladylike.

"I think you'll need more than a robe to cover up that ridiculous outfit," she replied, placing both hands on her hips in an attempt to appear serious, but she was unable to suppress a smirk. "Is that what all boys from the future wear?"

In her mind she pored over mental images of rooms in the wing and came up with an option that might prove viable. If they could get past the servants and her father's patrol without running into trouble.

"Well, then, Adam Kingston," she said, grabbing him by the arm. "Come with me, I know just where to take you."