"Sure!  I'll try to find her."

She pokes with her finger at the air, querying a daemon-spell to search (if the Will of the Multiverse allows) for a high-magic universe where her alt has recently finished repelling Barvid (or analogous situation).

Yes!  Here she is!  With a crown on her head!  Riding a unicorn in the mountains!

... and also with a large wildfire crackling behind her and on both sides and jumping into the gap she's trying to gallop out through.

It might be relevant there're two dragons overhead.

Nnnnnh come on come on come on come onnnnn you can do itttttt alternate magical angel lady she believes in you!

The unicorn jumps over a new swath of flames, into the gap.

It lands in the gap -

Fire sweeps down from the dragons in the sky.

The young woman yells something in an unintelligible language, and presses her hand on the unicorn's head.

The unicorn jumps again, ahead and left - but fire is already ahead of them -

It tosses back its head mid-air, its horn glowing, the crown on the woman's head also glowing -

Then she nods.

A moment later, both she and the unicorn vanish.

And then she falls out of a suddenly-opened door into the courtyard next to Alicia and the angel.

"W-where am I?"

"...Possibly a little bit dead, and, uh, definitely not in Kansas anymore, not that you'd know what I mean by that.  Sorry?  You'd - have to ask the angel who's apparently your alternate universe self, if whatever you just did won - I know I'd want to know - but...mostly the thing is that for reasons random and inscrutable, I'm being set up as a romance's 'villainess' and getting drafted to do all the worldbuilding of a - fictional-twice-over world, where it's being designed as, like, a fictional work of fiction that the random omnipotent being is going to have reified - and I've finished a magic and physics-ish system and not much else; your angel self is an absolutely lovely person who'd like to be able to help me with the parts where I have to deal with people, but needs a loophole to do so, and - well, she can sneak her worldbuilding assistance through if you look like you're playing at one of the other roles available, apparently?  I figure it would be useful to have a Heroine who actually knows I'm not evil but I'm not going to force you into that position?  It would be really rude to do that!"

She collects herself off the floor (the cobblestones obligingly turn back to something less yielding and more stonelike than they had been a moment ago) and smooths her yellow velvet skirt.  She feels on her head for a crown, but it isn't there.

"This isn't anywhere in... the human world, is it?  Is it where unicorns normally go when they vanish?

"And... it sounds like I'm not getting back?"

"No, no, and no," the angel answers.  "I'm -"

A simple "sorry" wouldn't fit, wouldn't be really truthful considering she summoned her alt here, and knowing herself wouldn't be received as a good introduction to a new life anyway.

"- sorry we met under these circumstances.  Do you go by 'Arianna' or 'Lila'?  I believe your crown is back home; it's not alive - even if it is magical, like mine was? - so the unicorn should be able to bring it back perfectly fine."

"Good.  The Crown isn't that magical anymore since we scattered the Gem, but dear Efliel and dear little Rifner will need it for symbolism.  And it's good I didn't vanish any earlier - the kingdom should be stable enough now to stay stable even with a baby King.  Teppin's gone, and Eldred and Merace and Kestar should all be supporting the king, and dear Efliel and Merace will of course both insist the other one should be Regent...

"...And between them someone should be able to bring the dragons to sense pretty soon."

"... you were married already?"

"Of course - I didn't want another disputed succession if anything happened to me, what with all the other candidates except Teppin having just publicly refused the crown.  Besides, Efliel was an excellent man.  And a good thing I wasn't any slower about it, too.

"... you're another me, right?  Was something different in your world?"

"Apparently so."

She'd had a cousin who hadn't disclaimed the crown, and it worked better to hint at foreign alliances for several years... ah, the memories.  But then, she didn't have dragons either.

"Well."

There has to be some magic muting the shock of her... disappearance..., she muses to herself.  And she's glad.  It wouldn't do to set up a new life still consumed with the old one - like she'd been when she was so young when Fraddir first stole her to safety.

She feels at the absence-of-crown around her hair again, stands up, and curtseys.

"I'll go by 'Lila' here, then, since I'm no longer a queen.  And," she turns to Alicia and curtseys again, "what might your name be, and where were we?"

"You can call me Alicia, Alicia Thorn, I think - being as it is a name I just pulled out of a hat, for reasons that mostly only make sense if you're me - and, ah, please do forgive my lack of manners; my world basically doesn't have - nobility, anymore.  Some people hold on to the pomp, but most power they have is petty; the last - Queen that was even an internationally recognizeable state figurehead - died recently, and I grew up in a country that flipped hers off a few hundred years back and decided it was not having with lords and it wanted to try this newfangled democracy thing.  ...Then we invented CEOs, who're basically the mercantile equivalent of lords with even less noblesse oblige, but that's another story."

"No trouble about the manners.  I'm not a queen here, and I didn't spend long enough in a palace to get used to it anyway.  Fraddir made sure I learned the pomp, but with our disguises, there wasn't so much chance to use it.

"It might be interesting to hear about democracy some other time - dear Efliel used to muse occasionally about whether it could work well.  Are you planning to put it in the new story-world you're building?  And what state is the building in?"

"I'm afraid we can't put in democracy," the angel comments.  "At least not in the country you'll be in - that's one of the constraints on the story; the Will of the Multiverse requires that Villarosa be a monarchy where the monarch and nobles have actual power."

"...Rome had Senators, a socially stratified democracy is not sociologically impossible along Earth's psychological bell-curve.  But at the same time I would actually like to do Good Nobility."

"Yes, I'd like that too!  I wouldn't say anywhere near all my nobles are good, but - we got rid of most of the bad ones when Barvid invaded or when we defeated him.

"What else have you designed so far?"

"Mostly the magic system, like I said!  Um, there's also elementals to go with the magic system having classical elements, but I haven't gotten much further than that?  ...Actually now that I think about it I should probably write down what's up with those a bit, at least.  There's, like, metaphysical stuff involved and whatnot."

"Wow, that's much more versatile and organized than the system of magic I'm used to.  I'm used to every variety of rock or plant having its own peculiarities, and then also the spirits from Elsewhere.

"... You haven't done anything about the country?  At least, this's going to make powerful magic much more common, and maybe reward study a lot less..."

"Oh I mean I'm sure they will, it's just going to be, like, magical peculiarity.  And - hm?  How do you mean?  I'm not seeing how - the existence of elementals and these magics - makes studying be less rewarding; understanding the rules in order to enforce your own is Arcane's hat."

"... Maybe I'm just not thinking about this system the right way, but it seems like you can understand things better faster, given there is a system?  You wouldn't need to learn all the details of different plants separately."

"Let me just...wave directly at the Void-and-Life interaction.  There's infinite and even self-contradicting possibilities that can be given realness.  You're absolutely going to need to study individual plant species, given that?"