"It is quite cold of you to treat your fiancee like this," the woman purrs, her actions at odds with her tone as she rubs herself against you a little too warmly, uncomfortably nudging against areas completely unfamiliar to you in your former body. You get the feeling she is trying to seduce the king, and get the vague sensation that she is not to be trusted. You're about to declare that you are not the king, this is all a horrible mistake, when she continues with a rather vicious smile on her face.
"You nearly missed the execution of that witch, which I was so looking forward to," she grins. "As caretakers of the kingdom, we must ensure such foul arts are driven out by whatever means necessary. Every person who so much as glimpses magic is corrupt and must be purged!" she ends on a lecturing tone.
The word "execution" halts you in your tracks. Wouldn't what happened to you be considered magic? Does that mean she would try to kill you? But she's not the ruler of this kingdom, you are, right? Or maybe not you, but the original owner of this body? But if you're in the body, and not the king, doesn't that mean in their eyes you aren't the king? Your mind whirling, you grimace slightly.
"Your majesty?" the elegant young woman looks up with a bit of concern, as the old Chief Advisor trots over to see what is the matter. Not wishing to raise suspicions, you think quickly.
"I'm a bit tired, I wish to lie down," you say with as authoritative a tone as you can muster, hoping it is enough.
"But the execution..." the woman begins pouting anew.
"Can wait!" you mutter, and the Chief Advisor waves over your personal escort. It is only at this point that you realize that you have no idea where to go to lie down. Luckily, one of the escorts precedes you, leading you to what presumably is the king's quarters. As you enter, you note a few chambermen standing about the room, ready to attend your every need. Annoyed, you wave them away, which they quickly obey. Confused and exhausted, you collapse on the bed.
For a while, you just lay there, still wishing this is a dream but knowing it is not. Finally, you realize you cannot keep up the pretense of being the king forever; you will likely be found out, and when you are, you have no doubt that your so-called fiancee will have you executed. Thanks to her little speech, you realize you cannot claim to have had a magic spell placed on you for fear of death. Getting up, you begin to examine your surroundings. Walking out on the balcony, you note that there are guards stationed in the courtyard below, and no way to sneak down and out of the castle unnoticed. Returning to your chambers, you look for additional doors. However, upon slightly opening the various exits, you find guards stationed outside each one. You feel less like a king and more like a prisoner. Even if you tried to exit the castle openly, it is likely a retinue of guards and probably advisors would follow you, making escape impossible.
As you pace around your chambers, you are suddenly struck by an odd wisp of cool air, seemingly from no visible source. Carefully tracing it back, you come to a tapestry hanging on the wall, which you lift. It is barely noticeable, but the air is definitely coming from this area. Feeling around, you inadvertently find a small knot in the crown molding and insert your finger, causing an incredibly well-camouflaged door to swing silently inward. You look down the dark passageway, which appears to go through the castle's walls. There are no guards here.