'What is that sound...?'

Ovelia opened her eyes and at first all she saw was white until her eyes adjusted to the brightness of her surroundings. The warmth of the air followed next and as her senses returned to normal she slowly sat up. Indeed she heard something she had not heard in a long while.

Waves, signifying the ocean. She had not heard that sound since she had fled to the nation of Romanda. Yet the waves were both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

Yet as she peered around the room she came to realize that that wasn't the only thing she didn't recognize.

The room was she was in was not her own. It was a large room with white walls and a white ceiling, and the carpet was a deep red and thick in material, reminding her of the carpets in Lesalia Castle.

There were multiple windows along the far wall and a pair of balcony doors were open and the white curtains were swaying in the gentle breeze. The sound of the waves no doubt came from beyond the doors, but the former queen could also smell the scent of salt water. Upon further inspection the young woman noticed that she was sitting on a fluffy white bed that was extremely comfortable to the touch.

Reluctantly moving out of the bed, Ovelia's bare feet touched the carpet and it sent a shiver up her spine. She wore a simple white day dress tied at her waist with a red sash and her blond hair was tied in a low tail in the back. She took a few steps towards the open doors when a figure stepped through them, nearly scaring her half to death.

She calmed considerably when she saw who it was. "Ramza?"

The taller young man looked at Ovelia, "I see you have awoken, Ovelia. Are you well?"

She nodded once, "I am, thank you, and while I am glad to see a familiar face I must ask...where are we?"

The Beoulve man took a few steps forward and set his hand on the wooden table that was in the center of the room. "That I do not know but from what I have seen from the outside, we seem to be on an island, though I cannot say which."

Confused, Ovelia went to the open doors and promptly stepped outside and found herself on a balcony. There she was met with the most beautiful sight she had ever seen in her young life. She had been right about the ocean, but the water was not the dark blue of the Romandan Sea but a lighter shade of blue and crystal clear. White sand beaches complimented the water as did the lush green forest that went deeper into the island. A single mountain was in the middle of the forest.

Nothing in her mind could answer Ovelia's most burning question of where she and Ramza had found themselves in.

Ramza came up behind her, "It is an island, but not one I have ever visited before."

Ovelia silently agreed, and while she appreciated the beauty of the scene before her, she felt a bit out of place considering she didn't know how she and Ramza had arrived in this tropical paradise. "You believe we got here by magick? I do not think we got here by making a wrong turn."

Her last sentence wasn't humorous in the least, but Ramza knew that. He himself could not answer how they had gotten on the island. The last thing he remembered was that he and Ovelia had gone through a forest on their way to a merchant town to buy food and after stopping to rest for the night he woke up and found himself in the room with Ovelia sleeping on a bed and him on the floor.

Strange didn't even begin to describe how he was feeling when the first thing he noticed was the paradise outside.

There was one thing Ramza did know. "Whatever trick this is, I know not how to get out of it..."

"Can't think on an empty stomach, kupo!"

Ramza and Ovelia turned, with the young man standing in front of the woman protectively as a strange little animal pushed a silver cart into their view. It had somehow snuck up on them and Ramza silently chided himself for lowering his guard.

"What are you?"

The little creature had white fur and a red pom-pom bobbing at its head, it looked like a little bear with whiskers as it started to serve what it had brought on its cart and put it on the table. "My name is Moglie, kupo! I'm the best moogle in Mog's Resort, so don't worry, you're in the best of paws, kupo!"

The creature's enthusiasm was something of an oddity to Ramza but to Ovelia she couldn't help but feel like she had heard of a this creature before...

Then she remembered from a book she had read at Orbonne Monastery.

"You're a moogle, aren't you?"

Ramza seemed confused. Not of what she had asked but of what she was implying. Even from his days as a toddler he had heard of moogles as nothing but legends. "Moogles? I thought they had gone extinct in Ivalice ages ago?"

The moogle seemed shocked at his words, "That's the story where you're from, kupo? Have to say that I have never heard of Ivalice in all honesty kupo."

Coming from behind the knight Ovelia quietly went up to the table and she saw what the moogle was serving. All sorts of food that would make anybody's mouth water. Meats and vegetables and even some cakes that made her belly growl with hunger. "This is for us?"

The moogle nodded once, "Yup, as new customers of the resort you get free breakfast and dinner for as long as you stay, kupo. Help yourselves!"

Ovelia liked the idea even though she still didn't understand what was going on she was still hungry and needed to eat something.

Ramza seemed to like the idea as well, and in his mind he could ask the moogle anything he wanted later. He needed to eat first.

A/N: This story takes place in an alternate timeline where Ovelia escaped from Delita with Ramza and they've been living together ever since.