A/N: Well well well...what on earth could happen to the poor girl now? All shall be revealed!

Disclaimer: I don't own this, you know it, I know it, we all know it, moving on. Lyrics belong to Rob Thomas.

All that day Anya pondered what on earth she could do, to try and break the spell put on Corann. But all she could think of nothing better than to offer the second gift, just like the first. Perhaps this time she would not be tricked. So, once more, she walked into Redival's throne room.

"What is it now, girl?" Redival asked. She was wearing splendid new clothes, made from the silk Anya had given her the day before. Anya brought forth the second box and opened it. She held it high above her head, and out poured such a heap of gold coins, that by the time the box was finally empty, it was taller than Anya herself. Redival's eyes flashed greed, and she rushed over to dig her hands into the pile of cool metal. "Same price as before, girl?" she asked greedily. "No," replied Anya firmly. "You tricked me last time. This time he must be awake." "Oh, of course, of course," the evil queen cackled, showering herself in gold.

But that night, as Anya was shown into Corann's chamber, she discovered that Redival had lied. And so Anya knelt by Corann's bedside and wept. But when she had finished crying, she sat up, dried her eyes, and began to sing, just like she had the previous night.

I am the white dove for a solider

Ever marching as to war

I would give my life to save you

I stand guarding at your door

I give you all that I am

And I breathe where you breathe

Let me stand where you stand

With all that I am

But finally, tragically, morning came. And so Anya kissed Corann's cheek, and walked forlornly from the room. The second gift, wasted.

Or was it? A few hours later, Corann found himself walking along the battlements of Redival's castle, when he thought he heard voices calling out to him. "Corann! Corann!" they cried. The young man looked around, before realising that the cries came from the prisoners in their cells below him. He could see their heads poking out of the wall, in an effort to talk to him. "What is it?" he asked them. "You are a fool, sir!" cried one. "A fool! A fool!" the others agreed. "What? Why?" Corann asked in surprise.

"The past two nights, there has been a girl in your room," began the first prisoner. "And you lay there fast asleep!" finished another. "All night long she stays there," added a third. "And she sings, and she weeps," said a fourth. "Oh, the singing! The weeping!" the prisoners cried dramatically. "What business is it of mine? I am engaged to the queen," Corann stammered. "You fool! You fool!" the prisoners cried. Corann was deeply troubled, and so he hurried away.

But he couldn't help becoming a little curious. Who was this girl? And why did the mention of her quicken his heartbeat? Would she come back tonight? Would he ever know? He knew that the past two nights he had slept deeper than he ever had. He had assumed the queen was right; that drinking a small goblet of wine before bed would help one sleep. But…what if he was wrong? What if she had put something in the wine?

He had to know.