The she was, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, her hair loose, messy, tangled, her dress was still undone at several buttons, one sleeve slipping off her shoulder. And she was smiling. Gods, she was smiling. A soft giggle escaped her lips as she brought a hand to her neck, as if she could still feel you there.

—"That was... good."—she murmured, gazing up at the ceiling like someone watching the stars.—"Very good. I didn’t know I could feel like that. It’s like I’m someone else. Isn’t that curious?."

You said nothing, you simply searched for your boots, your belt—anything that might betray that you had been here. You had been with Helaena, with the damned queen, in her bed, what madness had brought you to this? What had you thought would happen?

—"Maybe... I screamed too much."—she added with a soft, guilty laugh.—"It's just... I don't know how to explain it. I feel like something inside me changed. Like I finally... woke up."

You froze at the door, the doorknob, you turned it. Nothing. Slowly, you turned back toward her, "Helaena... where’s the key?" you asked. She looked at you, and her smile shifted. It grew slower, sharper.

—"What key?."

And then you understood. It wasn’t just a mistake. It was a trap.