The guest room was empty. Upon entering, Margaret quickly located the hidden door on the wall, which was a rotating full-length mirror. She pushed the mirror aside and smoothly slipped through the wall opening into the adjacent room.
A blonde guest, wearing a half-face mask, was curled up in a chair. His condition seemed far from normal, his skin flushed, his chest heaving, emitting distressing groans.
Margaret lifted the mask off his face. It was Mario.
"Your Highness?" Margaret raised an eyebrow. "What happened to you?"
Mario frowned at her, gritting his teeth. "Who are you? Did you drug my drink? Give me the antidote, let me out, or else... or else I'll have you thrown in jail..."
The blowfish prince was annoyingly vocal when he shouldn't be.
