"This is it, Rhys! You're finally gonna get to marry Princess Maia!" Lyle said excitedly, leading Rhys and the rest of the party to the throne room of Castle Cille. Just before they opened the door, they could hear voices. One of the voices was the soft, fearful voice of Princess Maia. The other one was the hurtful, cruel voice of the King of Cille.

"No, please! Don't hurt me! I want to marry Rhys! I love him with all my heart!" Maia yelled, but she was silenced almost instantly by the King of Cille.

"He's a filthy Orakian, Maia. I wouldn't tangle with his like." the King sneered. Maia screamed and kicked at him, loosening his grip on her slightly.

"She needs help! Come on!" Rhys shouted, bounding through the doors, followed closely by Lyle, Mieu, Wren, Lena and Lucy.

"Ahhhh, Prince Rhys! Nice of you to come here. Well, I'll let you have Maia, on one condition. I bury you both together!" the King shouted, drawing his sword and baring it at Rhys. Maia stepped back slightly and closed her eyes.

"Enough, Your Schmajesty! Let Rhys marry Maia, or we'll kill you!" Lyle shouted, pointing his staff at the King. He laughed nastily.

"Have you forgotten, Prince Lyle? You were the one who took her away in the first place!" he snarled. Lyle hung his head.

"I would never... No! You lying snake! That... was my evil twin. Gets everywhere, he does." Lyle snapped in reply. Rhys looked at him, as if to ask the truth.

"OK, I admit... I did take Princess Maia away from you. But it was because Lena wanted to test your love for her, to see what ends you'd go to to get her back." Lyle whispered. Rhys shook his head.

"It doesn't matter, Lyle. I would have gone to the ends of the world for Maia, anyway. I've proven how much I love her." he said. Lyle smiled.

"Yeah, you have. You're a worthy husband for her. Now it's time to fight for her!" Lyle said, winking at Rhys. He drew his hunting knife from its sheath.

"Time to perish, you filthy princess-snatching monster!" Rhys yelled, throwing the knife at the King, where it impaled him in the chest. Some blood stained the King's garments.

"Enough of this! You've already proven your worth to Princess Maia, but you must now choose, Rhys." the King said, pulling the bloodied knife out of his chest and handing it back to Rhys.

"You may either marry Princess Maia or Lena. If you marry Maia, you will become King of Cille. If you marry Lena, you will become King of Landen. So now, choose." Rhys wondered for a second. Why would the King of Cille ask him this, if he had already chosen to marry Princess Maia?

"It's a very easy decision. I choose Maia!" Rhys said, and then he ran up to Maia and embraced her.

"By the way, Lyle... shouldn't you be marrying? Your father, the King of Shusoran, is getting old and weak. He doesn't have much time left." the King said to Lyle.

"I've come to a decision, and I've chosen to marry Lucy." Lyle said, putting an arm around Lucy. She was completely shocked.

"Wow, Lyle, I..." Lucy stammered, but Lyle put a finger over her mouth.