A knock at the door. The young woman turns toward it.
Voice: Your Highness?
The door opens, flooding the room with warm light.
Voice: Oh! Dear me... You couldn't sleep either.
An elderly, bearded man stands in the doorway. He looks worried.
Elderly Man: Something's got the seaghosts spooked, I'm afraid. It's terribly unpleasant outside. Please stay here — we'll let you know what we find.
The young woman grabs the curtain and adjusts her robe.
Young Woman: No — I'll take a look myself. No fair letting all of you deal with it alone.
Elderly Man: Very well. Another set of young eyes might help!
The young woman walks toward the doorway with her samoyed. She stops and turns toward a portrait on the wall - a man with similar golden hair, wearing the clothes of an admiral and the ermine cape of a king. His hands rest on the shoulders of a young girl with golden hair - a far younger version of this young woman. They both look happy.
The young woman takes the origami manta ray she has been holding, and props it on the bottom of the frame.
Young Woman: Hold down the fort, Dad. I'll be back in a bit.