"Thank you, fairy godmother. I will be forever in your debt." The man said as he took the red heart shaped vial and the blue shaped vial from the fairy godmother who was starting to fade.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes." The fairy godmother said impatiently waving him off. "Make sure she drinks the potion so she falls in love with the first man she kisses."
Her spirit was starting to fade.
The man bowed.
"Yes, fairy godmother."
"Now shoo, I have potions to make on the other side." And with that she poofed away.
The man tucked the vial in his armor and thanked the witch who helped him create a spell to bring back the fairy godmother.
His plan was ready.
And he also had someone in the castle giving him daily details of what was happening.
The wedding ball was just 5 days away and he had the potion to make him look like the king and the other to make Anya fall in love with him.
But he wasn't going to use the potion unless it was called for.
He wanted to win her heart by pretending to be someone she loved.
As he walked out into the pouring rain, he walked into an alley where his mole would be waiting.
It was late around midnight so no one would see what was happening right under their noses.
"Joanne?" He whispered.
He heard soft footsteps and a figure walked up to him.
He smiled at the girl.
She was young, in her teens and was quite beautiful.
She had dark flowing hair with brown eyes.
Her skin was white and flawless.
Her lips were pink and full.
Her body was curving out, making her look like a woman rather than a girl.
"Yes, I'm here." She whispered.
He didn't see the look of guilt in her eyes in the dark alley.
"Any news on my beloved?" He asked.
"No, my lord. They have just gotten back but tomorrow they will start the invitations and prepare the castle for the wedding ball."
He listened to every word.
"What is she wearing tonight?"
He also needed to know her habits and clothing so she wouldn't suspect anything wrong.
"I-I don't know." She said softly.
"You're her servant, are you not? You should know what she wears."
"Yes but the king ordered that no one changed her because of the incident that happened a few years ago."
The man thought about the fight Anya had put up with one of her servants that dressed her and the servant ended up in the infirmary for small injuries.
Anya was feisty and he liked it.
He wondered how feisty she was going to be in bed with him.
"Joanne, give this note to the former queen. Do not read what is inside. I will meet you here tomorrow at the same time. Do you understand?"
Joanne was quiet.
"Did you hear me?"
"Yes."
"You're awfully quiet today, are you regretting helping me win the heart of the maiden who sleeps with the king."
She didn't answer.
"You have no choice. If you betray me, I will tell the king what you did and he will have your head."
"Please! No! I had no choice!" She yelled desperately.
"I gave you your job and hid your crime. Now, you must help me. Without me, you wouldn't be here."
"I-I know." She whispered.
"Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes."
"Good." He gave her the note and she took it and hid it in her pocket.
All he had to do now was wait for the king to leave his wife alone for him to make his move.
Joanne didn't move.
The man looked at her and desire rushed through him.
He needed to get rid of his urges of wanting Anya so badly.
So, he pushed Joanne onto the wet dirty ground.
"Before you go..." He growls, taking off her clothes and pulling down his pants.
She was crying softly.
She hated this, she hated him, she hated what she did, she hated herself.
For almost three years now, she was giving information to him about Anya and Artie.
She didn't want to.
Anya was kind once her wall was broken through.
Anya only trusted her with everything and it made her stomach twist with guilt.
She didn't want to do this but she had no choice.
She didn't want to die for her crime.
When the man plunged into her, she bit down her tongue.
This was going to end in 5 days and then she will be free.