From the commissioner:

At first, the change in their Princess’ behavior was jarring. Overnight, Sve Úlfróta had become more masculine, far more modest, indulgent and lazy. The queen-to-be donned leather jerkins and trousers in place of her traditional war-gown or royal finery, binding her chest and hiding her figure...

Unusually generous, she often declared feasts for seemingly no reason, indulging in mead and marrow, revelry and privilege. Sven Halv-Úlfróta was enjoying himself. Despite being in his sister’s body, the once-male prince had returned to his hedonistic ways, disposing of his body’s feminine trappings as best he could. While seeming much changed to the courtiers and courtesans of Tyr Na Först, none paid it much heed, as, whilst their princess had formerly been wont to warmongering and aggressive politics, her new, much softer touch (and slightly....growing paunch) catered to more peace and prosperity for the kingdom.

And yet, deep in his mind, Sven found himself troubled by his new body, feeling the urges of a she-wolf gnawing at his consciousness. It took an iron will to assert ‘herself’ as princess, and the half-wolf was secretly fraught with discontent...