The idea came to me from Fiona of all things. Number four. Whatever her real name is. She said that if she and I married, became partners and showed our collective power together… we would win it all. The crown and more.
I never really listened. Heck, I didn't care enough to think about her words.
But as I fought with Anna in that hallway, our clothes soaked in champagne, the cunning noble’s suggestion seemed appropriate for us. It was the perfect solution. We were by all means the best candidates with very different skill sets but all the right ones when put together.
The idea was also selfish because our ‘pretend’ worked well before and I enjoyed it. Somehow… I don’t see it failing. Anna has spent half of her life traveling the world. If she had a destined mate, she would have alread
