"The heck is this?" screamed mathi. "It looks like I'm having a very bad dream," said Mathi as she tried to cover herself with the bedsheets and went to sleep. The teddy bear-turned-maid uncovered the sheets and said, "Oh my, this act doesn't suit a Zathurian princess." "Princess!? What in the world is going on?" Mathi spoke to herself, holding her own long, silky hair in her hands. The middle-aged woman, dressed in a European-style maid dress, kept her hands on Mathi's hands and said, "I am Amrita, your royal head maid, and be at ease. I'll explain everything to you, even though you may find it strange and only you can hear my voice." "But first, let's make you presentable, otherwise the Queen might come and grab you by the ears," referring to Mathi's mother. But Mathi tried speaking. "No buts. I'll tell you everything after this. First, we'll take a bath," said Amrita, holdi