Fable lay in bed that night, feeling empty inside. The Prime Minister's words rang in her head, asking her to do something unthinkable.
'Make him fall in love with you, deeply in love with you, and I'll handle the rest.'
Fable shut her eyes, forcing her head into the pillow to block out the woman's words, but it hadn't worked for the past few hours. Why would it now?
'Then you accept his invitation to the Masquerade and don't come. He'll end up with Princess Yulia at midnight while I'll arrange for a flight to send you home that night. You won't have to worry about anything else.'
Fabled sighed in her cold bed, knowing she wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight. That ship had long sailed away and wrecked under the pressure of the waves. It lay at the bottom of the sea, and there was
