MPhaedra stands on one foot at the bottom of the sea, surrounded by ghosts. She glows with otherworldly light. Her robe has changed into a golden court gown. She blows a few bubbles, confused.
Phaedra: ...Hm? I'm not... drowning?
She pulls down the dress to look at the skin just above her heart.
Phaedra: Where did all the blood go? And the seabite? Why did the seaghosts stop biting at all?
Phaedra puts her hands on her face in embarrassment.
Phaedra: ...Is this my coronation dress?
A strange voice comes from nearby.
Mysterious Voice: What else would a dead princess wear to an audience with a dead king?
Phaedra whips around.
Mysterious Voice: Truth be told, I didn't expect to see you quite THIS soon — but who am I to refuse such a fine gift?
A white glow appears near Phaedra's hand.
Phaedra: WHO SAID THAT?!
The glow materializes into a silver rapier. Phaedra brings it up to examine it, surprised.
Phaedra: Wha—? My sword?
The voice is amused.
Mysterious Voice: Who said that? WHO SAID THAT?!