As the princess of Inis Realm, she is expected to act accordingly, so as soon as she's able to walk properly she is whisked away to various classes in the palace compound, surprising her with how big the palace is, boasting multiple arrays of hallways and sections. She wouldn't be surprised if someone were to scream at one end while another at the opposite end wouldn't hear it; maybe that was what happened during her accident. The classes conducted for her is as if she was training to become a princess, although technically she is already one.

After the cryptic advice given by San, the prince did not attempt to get close to her anymore, preferring to spend his time with his twin and the rest of the royals instead. When they decided to retire for the night, Yeosang, Mingi and Yunho did glance at her, looking as if they wanted to say something to her, but went against it instead. She was tired; tired that everyone seemed to be acting suspiciously around her, that even her brother felt like a stranger to her.

As Serim appeared to assist her again, the lady-in-waiting looked irked, and she wondered whether Seonghwa was the reason for that kind of expression. She knew better than to ask, especially after San left her thinking of different scenarios involving her accident, and how each of them would or would not be involved with it. She didn't want to suspect anyone near her, since they seem to be wishing nothing but the best for her, yet San's voice kept ringing in her ears.

Maybe this was why Serim deemed them 'evil' - on how they would try to shake Narae up and make her confused.

Her classes range from the most boring ones such as basic palace etiquette to the most exciting ones such as sparring sessions and archery lessons. From the reaction of her teachers, she could sense that basic palace etiquette is what she fails at, while she's excelling in all of the physical activities. Her muscles have been pretty cooperative, and her muscle memory helped her in breezing through the physical classes, yet one remains the hardest for her.

She can't summon her powers back, and it looks like it may stay like that for quite a while.

When Serim tells her that she'll be attempting to recollect her powers, she doesn't expect to come by the lake to see Prince Yunho making the water ripple fiercely, making time pass as he waits for the princess. When he sees the princess he immediately stands up, bowing his head as if they're of different ranks before giving her the softest smile that might or might not make her stomach slightly stir.

"Narae," he says shortly before adding with a gasp, "Princess, I mean. Pardon my language, Your Highness."

If the prince in front of her looks polite, it does seem that his actions also prove to be the same. With her training clothes that she had put on and grumbled at how hot it was, she had asked for a sleeveless one much to Serim's consternation. However, the princess did get her way as her smooth silky skin are exposed and red from the constant sun bearing upon them.

"Please, Narae is enough. We're not strangers for you to be addressing me as Your Highness."

"Indeed we're not," he muses before taking his place next to her and looking out into the lake. "I don't have an ounce of royal blood in me, though, if I may add." He studies her face, "In case you haven't heard of my background. Thought it'd be a good ice breaker."

She decides that she likes this prince's attitude, with or without royal blood. She thinks about how she thought the man was 'uninteresting' when she decided to break up with him. It's either he had really let go of the past, or he's really good at masking his true feelings.

"Royal blood or not, you're still a prince."

Yunho laughs before putting a hand over his mouth. "That wasn't what you said when you ended our relationship, though."

"Really?" She cocks her eyebrows. "How so?"

"Well, for one, you did say how I give you no thrill and you blamed it on the lack of royal blood coursing through my veins. I don't even know how much thrill I could give you." He smirks, but his face softens in the fraction of a second. "We're good friends now, that's all that matters."

She watches as he flicks his wrist and sends a swirling feature of water up in the air before letting it rain across the lake. "Good... friends. Inis and Havre are good friends, right?" she asks as confirmation but what kind of answer she wants remains unclear. "You wouldn't wish harm upon someone you're good friends with."

"What are you implying?" He doesn't sound angry, but very curious.

"I just don't know who to trust, but seeing that you're here, I guess that's a green light for Havre."

"Are you eliminating the realms one by one?" He observes the rippling of water. "You're suspecting any one of us to be involved with your accident."

If she's surprised at how quick he caught on, she doesn't show it. She merely concentrates on the ripples of water, although she knows that her movements were not what's making the water disturbed. It's Yunho beside her who has been relentlessly playing around with water. Funnily, she thinks back to the few nights ago in which Yunho was too drunk out of his mind yet he's controlling the water so perfectly.

"Is it baseless, though? Considering I have the relic and everyone seems to be after it."

"Not everyone," he emphasizes. "You might not remember our past conversations but I made it clear to you that I have no intention of getting the Arcus from you. It's rightfully yours, and a Havren like me should know our place well. Inisans have been nothing but merciful on us, yet the act of wanting to chase upon the Arcus is a perfect demonstration of the act of betrayal towards your realm. Even these powers," his hand shoots out to send a splash of water barely missing from drenching both of them, "were bestowed to my lineage by your ancestors. Havre is, in simpler terms, an appendage to Inis. If you lose your powers, we would be affected too. Kind of stupid for us to endanger that, don't you think?"

"If you were in my position, then, who would you suspect first?"

Narae blinks before sinking down to sit on the ground at the edge of the lake. Yunho takes this as an invitation for him to sit down together, but keeps a respectful distance between them as he halts his control over the water. The water returns with constant, calming waves and he addresses the question directed at him.

"Do you have to suspect anyone?" he asks. He leans back, using a hand to shield his face from the direct sunlight. He scoots further from her to find a position where he would not have to squint as much, before continuing, "Why is it that the first thing you would think about is suspecting anyone? Have you ever considered that the night you fell was really an accident and it was no one's fault?"

"It's Serim," she confesses. When the prince looks to be paying extra attention to her at the mention of her lady-in-waiting, her guts seem to be telling her that the prince is someone she can trust. Or maybe it's just her past experience with him that she can't remember. Prince Yunho is someone without malicious intent, someone she is able to trust, or at least she's willing to take that risk. "She keeps insisting to me that either one of you is the cause of my accident, especially..."

"Your fiancé, Kim- King Hongjoong of Natur."

"Especially him. But I feel like she's trying to hide something, and I don't like this feeling of me being uneasy around her too. Everything just feels so... ominous. Plus it's frustrating when I feel like I can remember something but then it just turns blank."

"Don't force yourself to remember so much, princess. Let it come naturally and trust your gut feeling. And your gut feeling right now is?"

"Serim is hiding something from me, while the rest of my family is oblivious to this. The common thing is that all of them don't seem to want to touch the subject regarding my accident."

"It's a sensitive topic for all of you, you have to understand that. The king and queen love you so much as their only princess so they don't want you to be reminded of something that's not beneficial. And," he laughs lightly, "I can't believe you're sharing with me all your troubles. Makes me feel special."

"Oh dear." She rolls her eyes. "Please don't tell me that the old Narae won't even go past the greetings with Prince Yunho."

"Spot on. You dislike having long talks with me because as I have said, although it hurts," he does a comical demonstration of a fisted hand to his heart, "I'm uninteresting so you don't find it necessary to be conversing with me for more than... 5 seconds. 5 seconds is the maximum, and if you go past that you would scurry back to Serim and make her follow you, away from me."

"How was I like to Serim?" she asks a question pertaining to a different topic, slightly surprising the prince at how voracious she sounds. "My relationship with her... how did I show it to others?"

"Well, for one, Jo Serim does everything you ask her to, without any much of a noise. One word to describe her would be... loyal. Really loyal, and if I may say, even more loyal than she is to the king and queen. You're like her... extension? No, that sounds rude. Sorry about that. Take it this way- wherever there's Princess Narae, Jo Serim will be there. Her mother was the queen's lady-in-waiting, and she took up the job as your lady-in-waiting, but her mother passed away. She has been serving you for as long as I could remember, even though your age difference is only by a year. I might get hit for saying this," there's a playful smile, "but even though she's only older by a year, she's really mature. Forced to become one, with all that's happening around her."

The princess stays quiet longer than usual and the prince notices this, frowning.

"I did not answer your question, did I?"

She shakes her head. "What I meant was, how did I treat Serim? Were we really good friends?"

Yunho stares at her, and she feels the urge to turn his face away to stop him from staring. She doesn't like the expression he's giving her one bit. "Good friends?" he asks, incredulous. "Is that what you've been told? That you're good friends with Serim?"

"Best friends," she corrects herself, as if it would change the expression he has on, but he remains unfaltered.

If it's even possible, his expression becomes worse and he doesn't do anything to hide it. He angles his body to look at her, waiting if she would retract back her words and say that she's joking.

"Who told you that?"

"Seonghwa told me that we were best friends, right when I was in the same room as them."

"Well..." He looks uneasy but he tries to arrange his words nicely. "I guess your brother isn't entirely lying about that, but it's not the truth either. You were best friends when you were 7 and she's 8? But as the years go by it kind of faded, until it completely stopped when you were 16 and she was 17."

"Why did it stop?"

He sighs. "You treated her like a slave more than a friend, but she never resisted your orders. Carried it out like it was her nature of doing so, because she said her life was to serve you. Serim has this... mindset that she is not a person but your servant. She doesn't treat herself as someone more than that, and you, princess, you feed that mindset. So she accepts it, until it becomes embedded in her mind that that is what her life is for."

She closes her eyes before massaging her temples with a shaky breath. What more did I not know about myself? Everything. "So you're telling me that I treat my supposed best friend like a slave and she accepts it like it's her calling in life? Is that why the idea of us being best friends stopped?"

"That wasn't the reason you stopped becoming friends. Your Highness," he pauses, "you killed Serim's mother."

This time she feels a sharp pain to her heart that she clutches her chest, before he looks worriedly at her and quickly approaches her, but she puts up a hand to wave him away.

"What on bloody earth do you mean I killed her mother? With my own fucking hands?" She doesn't even restrain herself from throwing out the foul language, but it seems that he doesn't notice as he keeps on relaying what he knows.

"It was more of an accident. I did tell you that her mother was your mother's lady-in-waiting, but apparently she did something which pissed you off and you weren't having the best day. So you just..." he does a motion of waving his arms over his head, "...lifted her mother off the ground and threw her off from the balcony on the third floor. You... didn't even look back before storming off to your own room."

She sinks back, her ears refusing to accept the horrible revelation.

"Being your lady-in-waiting, she continued living her days beside you with a smile on her face and she wasn't even allowed to mourn. The palace is more concerned of the image of the princess rather than the death of a mere servant. The news about this just kind of got swept under the rug. No one is allowed to talk about it."

"I-"

"Princess, if I may tell you on how you can make people remember a crime scene is to recreate the same exact image. People may forget, but one person won't. You're only keeping a time bomb beside you, not knowing when it will go off. One month ago during your accident, it might as well did."