Emma slid from Frey’s back and stepped into her bedroom to check herself in the mirror there. She was unnerved by the unfamiliar blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty who stared back at her. Her curls had dropped to fall onto her bare shoulders over the course of the night, and her lips had returned to a duller shade of red, but the black lines around her eyes had seemed to have become darker, drawing her attention back to her eyes. As she looked down to the way the light fabric of her dress fell around her ankles, she noticed a slight change. Glancing up to her face once more, she realised she was herself again, but the prettiness of the girl in the mirror was not wearing off. She watched the reflection of the dark unicorn come up behind her, causing her pale skin and pink dress to stand out more.

"See?" he told her. "What those men were seeing was not due to magic."