It had been two weeks since Maeve had moved to the castle; one week since Alexandra and Diane had been officially kicked out of the manor. With their titles revoked, their money depleted, and Diane resorting to pickpocketing just to pay for food they couldn't stand, Alexandra had had enough. She couldn't stand living with the fact that her youngest daughter and stepdaughter were living the life she couldn't have. And so, she wrote a letter to a man she knew she could count on, a man who could fix everything.

The two women sat in a tavern, cloak hoods covering their faces as they waited.

"You're sure he's coming?" Diane asked, skeptical.

"Whenever we have a meeting, he never-" Both women jumped slightly when an equally cloaked man sat down across from them.

"He never what, Alex?" The man said, his voice cold.

"Don't scare me like that, George!" Alexandra scolded.

"What did you need?" George Foyet asked, pulling his hood away to reveal his face. He was a white man in his late forties to early fifties with short gray hair.

"I need a favor," The older woman pulled out a small velvet pouch, a jingling noise emanating from inside as it was placed on the table. Foyet opened the pouch and poured its contents out.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Significantly less than last time."

"It's all we have since we were forced out of our home." Diane said.

"When we get more money, we'll pay the rest."

Foyet put the money away and passed it back to the women before standing. "It was nice talking with you."

"Wait!" Alexandra stood up after him "Maybe we could discuss another form of payment."

"Such as?"

"My first husband's land." She lied. Alexandra knew that her husband's land went to his brother after his death, but Foyet didn't know that.

"If you still have land, why aren't you living there?"

"Because we can't afford to take care of it." Diane said quickly.

Foyet stared at the women incredulously, but sat back down. "What is this favor?"

"My stepdaughter is engaged to Prince Spencer. She took my youngest daughter with her to the castle and disowned us; she ruined mine and Diane's lives. That vulgar girl doesn't deserve the life of luxury and I need you to take care of her like I paid you to do with my second husband, her father."

An evil grin crossed Foyet's pale face as he reminisced on one of his first gruesome murders. "Take care of her you say?"

"That's correct."

"I know what mean, but I want to hear you say what you meant." The murderer crossed his arms on the table and leaned forward.

Alexandra copied Foyet's actions before saying, "I want you to kill Maeve Donovan."