Later that day, three maids scurry into my new room. They're small and short with thick hair, and one might think of them as triplets. I'm hurried to the bathroom to wash myself. After the little meeting with the King and Queen, I was brought to a new room, just as suspected. I was more than ready, itching to see what Mares room really looks like. I wasn't disappointed; the room is big and spacious with a fluffy dark blue bed and high windows. I'm not even sure if this was the room she got, but it is beautiful nonetheless.

The mirror above the sink is neatly cleaned, no fingerprints or scrapes compared to the one I own at home. I gaze at my reflection, at my tired brown eyes and big swollen nose. I'm probably coming up with the flu. Before the maids came in, I was going over the book in my head as best as I could, trying to remember every single detail and which event happens next. I've always had a good memory, but remembering a whole book plot chapter by chapter without any resources, is really hard. At least I came to the conclusion that this day was supposed to be two days ago, when I first got here. Everything has been delayed in some way, how? I don't know.

The three women doll me up in thick layers of makeup, curl my dark blond hair and zip me up in a blue dress. It's stunning, the upper part tight and filled with glittering gems, while the skirt is full with silk of blue and silvery gray; my so called house colors. The finish is very pretty, and I look like I'm going on a school dance. I twirl and smile, trying to imagine me like this on the winter ball.

"The colors suit you." A voice says, I turn around to see Cal in the door, gazing me up and down. I twirl under his eyes and have to look away. My fingers search for my earphones for the first time in two days in hope for a distraction, and I slowly start to panic.

"Where is my stuff?" I gasp and start hunting through whatever place I can find in my room.

"What stuff?"

"My stuff!" I snap. "Where is my phone? My keys?" my heart stops when I remember something way important. "Where is the book!"

"I –Nova right? I don't know."

"I need them!" I plead, pointing fingers at the prince. His golden eyes are wide, but he stands firm and tall in his place.

"We don't really have time for that now, we have to –"

"I'm not going anywhere till I get that book!" I protest. It feels like I know Cal so deeply, maybe even more than he knows himself, so I stupidly push my fingers at his chest. I instantly regret it and pull away, even take a few steps back. He doesn't know me, even though I know him. For all I know, his brain is programmed into thinking I'm Mare. And I'm not going to be Mare.

"I need that book."

"Lucas!" Cal calls, and the guard show up in an instant. I notice the maids long gone. "Go check for Nova's stuff. We'll wait here." Lucas walks away swiftly, and in a blink he's gone. I pop down on my matrass and feel tears stinging in my eyes. Crying has never been a problem to me, it doesn't make you week or dramatic, it makes you human. But now, for some reason, all I want to do is hide my tears. I try my best, but I stiff sniffle escape my mouth anyway.

"Are you crying?" Cal says, slowly walking towards me.

"No." I weep, and then the tears come flooding down. I burry my face in my hands and feel my chest burn. Why am I here? I don't belong here? Please wake up. Please wake up. Please wake up.

"It will be alright." I feel the weight of Cal sitting down beside me. He puts a heavy arm around my shoulders in a try to soothe. It doesn't help, instead I feel embarrassed. What if I wasn't me, if I was Mare or anyone else, would he still do this? If I don't get back home, will he fall in love with me just like he did with Mare? Am I Mare now? I'm to exhaust to push him away, so I just sit there and sob.

After awhile Lucas comes back, and I shoot up to my feet. I must look like a mess, because he gives me a funny look before handing some things over to me. My heart flutters when I get to see my phone and earphones again, as well as my keys. Though, how much I look, there's no book to be seen anywhere.

"Where's the book?" I breathe.

Lucas scratches his head. "They said you didn't have a book on you when you fell down."

"But I did! That's how I came down here, I opened a book!" I shout. "I need that fucking book!" I don't care how crazy I sound, because for all I know that book might actually help me get out of here. It's either the book, or getting myself killed.

"Lady Novalia Macanthos, they did not see a book on you."

"Then it must be somewhere in here, right?" I start pacing back and forth, frustrated with the situation and with myself. Someone grabs my shoulders and holds me still.

"Snap out of it! I don't know what you're even talking about, but we have somewhere to be. If you don't go, the Queen will make you suffer." Cal says, his eyes gleaming into mine.

"Yes!" I raise my arms as best as I can under his grip. "Yes, she can kill me! tell her to kill me."

"What are you talking about?"

"Kill me, please. Just kill me, just give me the book –I don't want to be here anymore. I want to go home. Now."

"You're utterly insane." Cal shakes his head at me and lets go of my shoulders. "The Queen would never let you die."

"Right ..." of course she wouldn't, if she doesn't want Mare dead this early in the book, then why would she want any different for me? "Can you do it? Anyone? Just someone, please, I have to go home. I have exams, and, and I need to check up on mom, return books and –"

"You have your things, right?" I nod. "Then lets go and we'll talk about this later." Cal is smooth talking, that much I know. But for some reason I obey anyways. Taking one last glance in the mirror before we walk away, I see that I look pretty much the same as before; none of the makeup is ruined, the only difference is the slightly messier hair and puffy eyes from crying.