Change the following story so Thiana is replaced with the prince of the Sapphire Kingdom:
Once, amidst the grand realm of Arganor, there existed a commander of great renown, whose name was etched in the annals of history as a master of war. This man was Lord Cedric Blackthorn, defender of the Sapphire Kingdom.

One fateful day, Lord Blackthorn and his battalion ventured forth on a daring escapade, to plunder the ancient and hidden relics of a forgotten dungeon. They trekked through sun-scorched deserts and valleys of desolation, their spirits unfazed in their pursuit for treasure.

As they entered the darkness of the dungeon, memories of their past victories echoed within their hearts, for they were, without doubt, victors of wars. Upon reaching the threshold of the secret chamber, the walls were adorned with runes of old, offering ritual obeisance to an ancient force. And there, in the center of the room lay a crystal of midnight hue, its raven beauty reflecting a darkness untamed.

Overwhelmed by the allure of the rare stone, Lord Blackthorn reached out to touch it. In that fateful instant, the chamber came alive with an eerie glow, as the surrounding runes whispered untold curses upon the assembled warriors. As their newfound cursed lives began, the soldiers let out cries of despair as their bodies began to change in unimaginable ways.

For Lord Blackthorn, his fate was stranger still. The chiseled visage and broad shoulders which had defined him as a man of war had vanished, replaced by silken tresses and a visage of ethereal beauty. Slowly, he realized that the curse had robbed him of something more than his humanity—that which had once made him a man. A woman now stood in his place, the very embodiment of grace one might find in a field of wildflowers.

Shaken by this unexpected turn of events, Lady Cedrica Blackthorn could not but yearn for a cure as she stumbled from the chamber of the arcane and hallowed whispers. The need to return to familiarity—to the life that had once been hers—consumed her every thought. With a fire burning in her chest, she called on her trusted soldiers, told them of her plight, and vowed to lead them in a search for a cure to this maddening hex.

Yet when they returned to the battlefield, they found that Lady Cedrica’s new form offered her talents and abilities previously unknown to her. Gone was the hard-hearted and aggressive tactician that was Lord Blackthorn. Instead, as though divine providence had laid its hand upon her brow, the woman who now held his place seemed to wield an instinct that transcended the act of war. The subtleties of strategy and the dance of diplomacy flowed from her like whispers from a masterful poet.

Lady Cedrica Blackthorn found that her soldiers, no longer driven by fear of their commander, instead sought to emulate the newfound harmony their leader emanated. They moved as one, a single body entwined in the symphony of war. As the moon traced her path through the heavens, Lady Cedrica found within herself a power more formidable than any sword, a wisdom culled from the depths of her very soul.

She observed the change, and knew with certainty that her newfound femininity had brought with it a guiding force that elevated her to an echelon reserved for the greatest of generals. And slowly, the yearning for a cure began to fade, replaced by the nurturing of this newfound understanding.

In the days that followed, as victory after victory lay across the path like a carpet woven of triumph, Lady Cedrica Blackthorn embraced her fate and the curse that had led her there. And she, and all her soldiers, knew without a shadow of doubt that they would not trade the sage guiding them now for the wrathful commander they had once known. For in her heart, the curse had created not only a woman but the greatest commander the realm of Arganor had ever seen.

In the days that followed Lady Cedrica Blackthorn’s metamorphosis, her soldiers found themselves flourishing under her guidance, and the Sapphire Kingdom began to blossom into an equilibrium that had once seemed unattainable.

Lady Cedrica’s dedication to her people was unconditional, yet her nights were haunted by pensive thoughts as the weight of her new reality became heavier with each passing day. Her soldiers, who had once trembled under the iron grip of Lord Blackthorn, discovered their loyalty deepening for the commander, who had unwittingly taught them not only the art of war but the power of empathy.

Realizing that their commander was struggling to navigate her newfound femininity, the soldiers decided to band together in secrecy to help her embrace her situation. They all knew that helping Lady Cedrica would only serve to strengthen their cause, and so they began a selfless quest to bring warmth and comfort into her life.

Led by Lianna, the captain of the guard, they slowly assembled a network of women from throughout the kingdom - seamstresses who shared their wisdom in the creation of delicate garments, dancers who taught Lady Cedrica the enchanting language of movement, and bards who shared timeless tales to help her discover the deep well of strength and passion hidden within her.

Lianna approached Lady Cedrica with this ragtag group of mentors to present her with a side to womanhood she had never known. Hesitant at first, Lady Cedrica took in the kindness and warmth radiating from her fellow women, and soon began to embrace their offering.

As her friendships blossomed, she found her whole being transformed, for the pleasures of being a woman were laid out before her like a verdant meadow. She reveled in the laughter of children and the soulful bonds that connected this sisterhood. And in turn, they found solace in the guiding force she provided, her wisdom drawing them in like moths to a flame.

Perhaps the most potent pleasure that arose from this metamorphosis was Lady Cedrica’s newfound connection with Thiana - an apothecary and healer, whose touch was as delicate as the petals of a rose. They would walk together through moonlit gardens, their conversations weaving through the tapestry of life. The potency of emotion and passion held within Lady Cedrica’s being found solace and comfort in the arms of Thiana, igniting a love untamed - a force that bound them together with an unyielding vigor.

And so it was, as the years passed, that Lady Cedrica Blackthorn fully embraced her destiny as the foremost commander and defender of the Sapphire Kingdom. Her life was filled not only with the thunder of war, but also the sweet nectar of a woman’s love for her fellow sisters.

With her soldiers and her people at her side, the Sapphire Kingdom continued to thrive, an unshakeable force that knew no walls nor boundaries. And as she sat upon her throne, her armor glinting beneath the twilight sky, Lady Cedrica Blackthorn couldn’t help but feel grateful for the curse which had opened the door to an existence she had never fathomed.

For in the myriad of emotions and experiences she embraced, Lady Cedrica was given the greatest gift of all - the gift of life, in all its tumultuous and harmonious glories, allowed her to etch upon the annals of history the indelible mark of a woman who had found herself and risen to become an eternal legend.