Mystery of Talara , Book IV Effects . Permanently increases the following skills : Content . Gyna never saw the Emperor ' s agent Lady Brisienna again , but she kept her promise . Proseccus , a nightblade in the service of the Empire , arrived at Lord Strale ' s house in disguise . She was an apt pupil , and within days , he had taught what she needed to know . " It is a simple charm , not the sort of spell that could turn a raging daedroth into a love - struck puppy , " said Proseccus . " If you do or say anything that would normally anger or offend your target , the power will weaken . It will alter temporarily his perception of you , as spells of the school of illusion do , but his feelings of respect and admiration for you must be supported by means of a charm of a less magickal nature . " " I understand , " smiled Gyna , thanking her tutor for the two spells of illusion he had taught her . The time had come to use her new - found skill . The Prostitutes Guildhouse of Camlorn was a great palace in an affluent northern quarter of the city . Prince Sylon could have found his way there blindfolded , or blind drunk as he often was . Tonight , however , he was only lightly inebriated and he resolved to drink no more . Tonight he was in the mood for pleasure . His kind of pleasure . " Where is my favorite , Grigia ? " he demanded of the Guildmistress upon entering . " She is still healing from your appointment with her last week , " she smiled serenely . " Most of the other women are in with clients as well , but I saved a special treat for you . A new girl . One you will certainly enjoy . " The Prince was guided to a sumptuously decorated suite of velvet and silk . As he entered , Gyna stepped from behind a screen and cast her spell quickly , with her mind open to belief as Proseccus had instructed . It was hard to tell if it worked at first . The Prince looked at her with a cruel smile and then , like sun breaking through clouds , the cruelty left . She could tell he was hers . He asked her her name . " I am between names right now , " she teased . " I ' ve never made love to a real prince before . I ' ve never even been inside a palace . Is yours very . . . big ? " " It ' s not mine yet , " he shrugged . " But someday I ' ll be king . " " It would be wonderful to live in such a place , " Gyna cooed . " A thousand years of history . Everything must be so old and beautiful . The paintings and books and statues and tapestries . Does your family hold onto all their old treasures ? " " Yes , hoarded away with a lot of boring old junk in the archive rooms in the vaults . Please , may I see you naked now ? " " First a little conversation , though you may feel free to disrobe whenever you like , " said Gyna . " I had heard there was an archive room , but it ' s quite hidden away . " " There ' s a false wall behind the family crypt , " said the Prince , gripping her wrist and pulling her towards him for a kiss . Something in his eyes had changed . " Your Highness , you ' re hurting my arm , " Gyna cried . " Enough talk , you bewitching whore , " he snarled . Holding back a sharp jab of fear , Gyna let her mind cool and perceptions whirl . As his angry mouth touched her lips , she cast the second spell she had learned her illusionist mentor . The Prince felt his flesh turn to stone . He remained frozen , watching Gyna pull together her clothing and leave the room . The paralysis would only last for a few more minutes , but it was all the time she needed . The Guildmistress had already left with all her girls , just as Gyna and Lord Strale had told her to . They would tell her when it was safe to return . She had not even accepted any gold for her part in the trap . She said it was enough that her girls would not be tortured anymore by that most perverse and cruel Prince . " What a terrible boy , " thought Gyna as she raised the hood on her cloak and raced through the streets toward Lord Strale ' s house . " It is good that he will never be king . " The following morning , the King and Queen of Camlorn held their daily audience with various nobles and diplomats , a sparse gathering . The throne room was largely empty . It was a terribly dull way to begin the day . In between petitions , they yawned regally . " What has happened to all the interesting people ? " the Queen murmured . " Where ' s our precious boy ? " " I ' ve heard he was raging through the north quarter in search of some harlot who robbed him , " the King chuckled fondly . " What a fine lad . " " And what of the Royal Battlemage ? " " I ' ve sent him to take care of a delicate matter , " the King knit his brow . " But that was nearly a week ago , and I haven ' t heard one word from him . It ' s somewhat troubling . " " Indeed it is , Lord Eryl should not be gone so long , " the Queen frowned . " What if a rogue sorcerer came and threatened us ? Husband , don ' t laugh at me , that is why all the royal houses of High Rock keep their mage retainers close to their side . To protect their court from evil enchantments , like the one that our poor Emperor suffered so recently . " " At the hand of his own battlemage , " chuckled the King " Lord Eryl would never betray you like that , and you well know it . He has been in your employ since you were Duke of Oloine . To even make that comparison between he and Jagar Tharn , really , " the Queen waved her hands dismissively . " It is that sort of lack of trust that is ruining kingdoms all over Tamriel . Now , Lord Strale tells me - " " There ' s another man that ' s gone missing , " mused the King . " The ambassador ? " the Queen shook her head . " No , he ' s here . He was desirous to visit the crypts and pay homage to your noble ancestors , so I directed him there . I can ' t think what ' s keeping him so long . He must be more pious than I thought . " She was surprised to see the King rise up , alarmed . " Why didn ' t you tell me ? " Before she had a chance to reply , the subject of their conversation was coming through the open door to the throne room . At on his arm was a beautiful fair - haired woman in a stately gown of scarlet and gold , worthy of the highest nobility . The queen followed her startled husband ' s gaze , and was likewise amazed . " I had heard he was taken with one of the harlots from the Flower Festival , not a lady , " she whispered . " Why , she looks remarkably like your daughter , the Lady Jyllia . " " That she does , " the King gasped . " Or her cousin , the Princess Talara . " The nobles in the room also whispered amongst themselves . Though few had been at court twenty years ago when the Princess had disappeared , presumed murdered like the rest of the royal family , there were still a few elder statesmen who remembered . It was not only on throne that the word " Talara " passed through the air like an enchantment . " Lord Strale , will you introduce us to your lady ? " the Queen asked with a polite smile . " In a moment , your highness , but I ' m afraid I must first discuss pressing matters , " Lord Strale replied with a bow . " Might I request a private audience ? " The King looked at the Imperial ambassador , trying to read into the man ' s expression . With a wave of his hand , he dismissed the assembled and had the doors shut behind them . No one remained in the audience room but the King , the Queen , the ambassador , a dozen royal guards , and the mysterious woman . The ambassador pulled from his pocket a sheaf of old yellowed parchment . " Your Highness , when you ascended the throne after your brother and his family were murdered , anything that seemed important , deeds and wills , were of course kept with the clerks and ministers . His entire incidental , unimportant personal correspondence was sent to archive which is standard protocol . This letter was among them . " " What is this all about , sir ? " the King boomed . " What does it say ? " " Nothing about you , your majesty . In truth , at the time of your majesty ' s ascension , no one reading it could have understood its significance . It was a letter to the Emperor the late king your brother was penning at the time of his assassination , concerning a thief who had once been a mage - priest at the Temple of Sethiete here in Camlorn . His name was Jagar Tharn . " " Jagar Tharn ? " the Queen laughed nervously . " Why , we were just talking about him . " " Tharn had stolen many books of powerful and forgotten spells , and lore about such artifacts as the Staff of Chaos , where it was hidden and how it could be used . News travels slowly to westernmost High Rock , and by the time the King your brother had heard that the Emperor ' s new battlemage was a man named Jagar Tharn , many years had passed . The king had been writing a letter to warn the Emperor of the treachery of his Imperial Battlemage , but it was never completed . " Lord Strale held up the letter . " It is dated on the day of his assassination in the year 385 . Four years before Jagar Tharn betrayed his master , and began the ten years of tyranny of the Imperial Simulacrum . " " This is all very interesting , " the King barked . " But what has it to do with me ? " " The late King ' s assassination is now a matter of Imperial concern . And I have a confession from your Royal Battlemage Lord Eryl . " The King ' s face lost all color : " You miserable worm , no man may threaten me . Neither you , nor that whore , nor that letter will ever see the light of day again . Guards ! " The royal guards unsheathed their blades and pressed forward . As they did so , there was a sudden shimmering of light and the room was filled with Imperial nightblades , led by Proseccus . They had been there for hours , lurking invisibly in the shadows . " In the name of His Imperial Majesty , Uriel Septim VII , I arrest you , " said Strale . The doors were opened , and the King and Queen were led out , heads bowed . Gyna told Proseccus where he would most likely find their son , Prince Sylon . The courtiers and nobles who had been in the audience chamber stared at the strange , solemn procession of their King and Queen to their own royal prison . No one said a word . When at last a voice was heard , it startled all . The Lady Jyllia had arrived at court . " What is happening ? Who dares to usurp the authority of the King and Queen ? " Lord Strale turned to Proseccus : " We would speak with the Lady Jyllia alone . You know what needs to be done . " Proseccus nodded and had the doors to the throne room closed once again . The courtiers pressed against the wood , straining to hear everything . Though they could not say it , they wanted an explanation almost as much as her Ladyship did .