Ashleigh could sense fear in her father's eyes. Something was hurting him. There was something preventing him from being his full evil self.

"Dad, what's wrong? I'm worried for you. What—what's hurting you? Please, talk to me. "Ashleigh whispers.

"I'm fine, sweetheart. I just need a few minutes alone. You're dismissed for now. Come back in five minutes, all right? I should be better by then. I'll tell you if you need to come back sooner. Sweetheart, are you all right? You seem a bit distant today. " Lord Tithor wonders.

Lorelei, Tithor's monster maker, walks in, interrupting the monarchs' conversation.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, my lord, Princess. I figured you finished talking by now. I hadn't heard anything so I thought I would check on you. Well, I'll escort Ashleigh back to her bedroom." Lorelei gasps.

The princess follows, but looks back after a few minutes. Her dad waves her out. She solemnly nods before rushing out.

"He's really upset. I've never seen him like this. I know I left for three days, but still, I just can't stand when he gets like that." Ashleigh states.

"I know you're concerned. Trust me. I am, too. Rita's pretty upset by it, as well. Ever since your mother died, things haven't been the same around here. Your dad's been, well, depressed." Lorelei responds.

A crashing sound echoes from down the hall, followed by a faint groan. Ashleigh stops, turns around and runs back to the throne room.

"Father, are you okay? Hold on, I'm coming. Dad, I got so worried. I'm so glad you're all right, though. I can't let you leave me, not now. I'm not ready to have such a heavy weight like ruling the Dragon Empire on my shoulders just yet. I still need guidance." Ashleigh sighs.

~Corinth Cove, California, an abandoned warehouse district~

Amanda Rawlings, daughter of Joel and Angela Rawlings, rides her bike down the street to her house after school. She stops when she sees a strange green light in the distance. Bolting inside, she races to her mom.

"Relax, Amanda. We'll figure something out, if Tithor doesn't get trigger happy or send his daughter down to do his dirty work." Angela re-assures her daughter.

~Dragonzord~

Tithor stands up, looking better than ever. He caresses his daughter's frightened face and strokes his fingers through her luxurious midnight blue hair.

"It's time, my darling princess. My Chronobots are ready, correct?" he asks.

"Y-yes, Father, they are. They just need to be activated. I'll get your staff. Dad, what is it? Do you hear something? Talk to me, please. Say anything. Just give me an order and I'll do it." Ashleigh pants.

"Darling, get my spell book. I have a dastardly idea. Quickly, go. Don't look back. I'll be waiting here and then we'll review. Go now! "Tithor orders.

"As you wish, Father. I'm at your command." Ashleigh smirks, pulling into a one-arm hug.

She runs off into the darkness, returning a few minutes later, with her dad's spell book and staff. Tithor smiles and laughs maliciously.

"Father, you already have five planets under your control. Plus, you have to take care of me. Isn't a sixth a bit much? I'm not criticizing you; I'm just curious. I guess you already know that. Can we get this over with?" she asks, handing over the book.

Tithor strokes her hair to calm her down. A light flashes briefly, blinding the princess and almost making her faint.

"Quiet, Ashleigh. I'm thinking. You remember what happens when you interrupt me when I'm thinking, or do I have to refresh your memory?" Tithor snarls, removing one of his gloves and aiming directly at Ashleigh's heart.

"I remember. I apologize. Sorry about that. You don't have to hurt me. I'm your daughter, remember? You love me. Okay, Dad, you're scaring me now. We're in this together. Aren't we?" she replies cautiously, careful to choose the right words.

"Sit with me, Ashleigh. I'd like to talk to you. Is the Council of Light-?" Tithor pauses.

"Yes, they're out of the way. I told you I'd handle it, didn't I?" the princess answers slyly.

Tithor cackles. Finally, he'd get revenge against Zordon. Lorelei hurries back in. She seems upset with someone other than herself. A crumpled-up note's thrown on the floor.

"You're mistaken if you think a little note is going to stop my father from taking over Earth, which, in case you're curious, it won't. I'll handle this, Father. Now, how do I get you to tell me what's on this paper without hurting you?" Ashleigh growls.

"Whoa, slow down. I never gave you permission to do that. Come, my darling evil princess. Eltar won't interfere, will they? Be careful how you respond. Those powers are as easy to take away from you as they were to give to you. " Tithor questions.

Ashleigh spins around, fearing for her life, her title and her crown. She freezes for a second, but it seems like an eternity to Tithor.

"My apologies, Father. We wouldn't want you to go crazy over this, now, would we?" Ashleigh croons.