Soriana looked at him with a warm smile. She would get him some clothes once she got him back to the castle. â€œRafe...â€ She said. Sounding it out. â€œThat is the nicest name I have heard...and over the months there has been a lot of interesting people to come with the journalâ€™s aide. From all sorts of places and times. The things I have seen and learned from the chosen ones of the journal.â€ She looked at Rein. â€œYet as my good friend so often pointed out...none of them really wanted to stay long term.â€ She looked back to Rafe. Slipping an arm through his and held it with her other hand. Guiding him towards the castle.<br/><br/>â€œI made the journal...it is blessed by magic and endowed with a powerful magic called Sentimenials. It is the gifting to an inanimate object such as the journal or the sword or dagger...a sentient personality. A mind of its own. The ability to distinguish between good and evil. In weapons it is used to enable a sword or dagger the ability to think and talk. By doing so...there is always the slight risk of the object the Sentimenial magic is used on creating a portal between the past and the present. Whenever that present may be.â€ She smiled. â€œI did not know that it had happened until the first person to be chosen by the journal read it and wrote in it.â€ She paused for a moment. â€œThe journal will only chose those with no evil in their heart to be allowed to open it and read its pages. Anyone who is not a chosen one can never open the book. No matter how hard they try the book will never open. The book is blessed by magic and thus can not be destroyed. I wanted to ensure a way that no matter how things changed or how many years passed...someone would always know about the abundant beauty of this world I live in.â€<br/><br/>She kept guiding him towards the castle. The guards opening the front doors to allow them entrance. She had no intentions of marrying anyone for anything but love. That is how it went. The heir got to marry whoever they loved. She did not love anybody and Rein was like her brother. She could never view him in the way as a lover and a husband. She blinked a bit. â€œIt is easy...when the journal senses a source of danger to you or your life you will be transported back to your time. Then itâ€™ll be a normal journal until you close it and open it again.â€ She smiled warmly. â€œRein will take you to get you some clothes. I do hope when you go back to your time...you will come again my new friend.â€<br/><br/>Reiin looked at him and led the guy into the room. â€œPick out some clothes.â€ He said. First words he had spoken the entire time.