"Your Highness, please calm down," the maids plead. "I'm not your princess," you say. "Didn't we agree that you'd release me once I helped you with the Messanger? What happened? It's already been three days..." You can't be bothered to argue with the maids who are following you. Before you can take another step, however, a shining sword blocks your path. The maid with the sword says lowly, "Behave. Once Her Highness returns from her rendezvous with her beloved, we will release you, imposter." The blade's cold gleam slices through your inner turmoil. Only the whispers of the wind remain. "...What if I also have a beloved that I'm eager to meet?" you ask.

"Your beloved?" the maid with a sword asks. The maid stares at you carefully before sheathing her sword. "Wait until you're done playing princess. Whether your beloved is near or far, wouldn't it be simple to bring him here?" She makes it sound so easy, but you don't even know if he's somewhere in the sea or here on land. ... ... ... Once you regain your senses, a different scene unfolds before your eyes. You instantly look for Rafayel, but no one's here. "What is this place?" you mutter. "Where did that mural and Rafayel go..."

You struggle to stand up as you gawk at the intricately decorated palace looming over you. An unknown voice sounds. "Who are you, intruder? How dare you trespass into Her Highness's abode?" ... ... ... A few men in all sorts of attire line up respectfully before you. "If none are to your liking," the female messenger says, "perhaps you could..." She winks, and they move aside. At the other end of the room is someone wearing a robe adorned with gold and gauze. He walks forward. "Rejecting that sweet lad..." he says. "Your Highness, you're very hard to please." ... ... ... Rafayel jumps on the bed in an attempt to hide the map.