Eutostea, the third princess of Thebes, is visited by the mysterious guest calling himself the God Apollo in bed. In pitch-black darkness, only an outline of him said, “I have come to share a one-night love with you. Once the night passes, you will not remember me, nor shall we meet ever again.” Soon, the three princesses band together to reveal his face while he is sleeping. But the candlewax melts off the tip of the candle in Eutostea’s hand and falls on the god’s shoulder. Apollo wakes, grabs the second princess, declaring, “Princess of Thebes, admire to your heart’s content. ‘Tis the face of the mere shell you sought so dearly.”

As Leomedes cried out desperately, Alexander barely managed to turn around. He chuckled as if making an excuse and pointed at the lion.


"Look at this! Leomedes. I told you so. It's staggering and collapsing because it hasn't eaten while being trapped!" 


"But that's not the issue! The guards are all over the place right now. They're looking for the man and woman who rode the lion. If we're caught like this, it'll be a disaster!!" 


The man held the lion with one hand and covered his servant's mouth with the other, staring sternly as if telling him sarcastically to advertise their presence everywhere. 


"They’re looking for the man and woman, you say?" 


As he let go of his hand, Leomedes could barely reply, “Yes. The woman with white hair." 


Then he stuck his head out behind his master's side, trying to find Anastasia, who had been hidden behind the lion.


"Who could forget that hair color after seeing it once?" 


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