[ A distant reality shifts, as the knight slept. The queen was sitting by her piano, the one the knight recognizes from the music room in the castle, dusty and cold from the castle back home yet pristine and clean here. The King had just left, evident by way she looks over to her side. ]
[ She seemed to notice the Knight soon enough, waving politely and motioning her over. She, too, seems to know what this is. ]
[The ambience feels warm, welcoming. It is not difficult to recognise the room she is in.
Around them, the world feels more solid than it usually does in her dreams; yet there is the unmistakable blur of space that is not relevant information.
A pleasant, quiet melody comes from the piano and, upon being called over, the knight approaches almost timidly. She is, now, uncertain of what to say; how shall she refer to her, if she is not yet the Queen?]
