Frightened, exhausted and a bit skittish, the illusionist suddenly fell face-first into the maid's bountiful bosom.
The maid caught them in her arms and gently patted their head over the hoodie. Sir Cassian still stayed hidden behind the toilet stall like the coward he was.
"Are you alright? What happened out there?" the maid questioned.
In a feminine, raspy yet quiet voice, the illusionist said, "I-It w-was...the prince!"
"The prince? How can that be? Isn't he still in the garden labyrinth?"
"I don't know exactly how he did it but he destroyed all my illusions..." The illusionist finally found some strength to stand and addressed the matter at hand.
"The prince is...dangerous." the illusionist said as they pulled off their hood to reveal a young girl with tanned skin, long white silky hair, emerald eyes and a mole by her left eye. The girl looked no younger than twelve years old.