"There is no need." Reuben, the king said quietly, "I see I've offended my dearest consort greatly by addressing her as Fake Lizzy. I apologize for my coarse ness and hope she wouldn't take my insensitiveness to heart."

"No offence taken Sire, I just want this ordeal to be completely business, if you get the drift." I smiled as fakely as him.

"But of course. I understand, you have nothing to fret about." He smiled back with his dazzling fake smile but I knew better.

"Thank you for being so generous. Now, back to business. What do I have to help you with other than duke Ronales?" I asked, a bit anxious.

"Ah! Yes. About that, you don't have to do much. You just have to make sure the queen dowager doesn't foil our plans and be aware of her underhanded tricks. Oh! And make sure to reject future marriage proposals as they can only go forward with the approval and recommendation of the First Consort." He said in a poised manner. Shit! No one told me I also had to play the king's cupid.

"Wait! Why would the queen dowager try to foil our plans?" I puckered my brows at him, puzzled.

"Right, I'm sorry I didn't get the opportunity to tell you before. The Queen dowager is not our birth mother, she is our step-mother and she is not very fond of us in case you are wondering." His smile was easy but stiff, if that even made sense. "My step-mother is the kind of person who will go to any lengths to get what she wants, and in this case it is to usurp the throne."

"Sh*t! Like the evil step-mom who wants it all, huh!" I felt something close to pity for these two royal brats but I wasn't about to let them know that I was going soft on them. "No wonder you guys gave off the Cinderella vibe."

"What Cinderella vibe?" Alexteris frowned in sheer confusion and I was reminded once again that these guys had close to zero idea about the things I talked about most of the time. Ughh! Such a bother. I had to speak ancient 24/7.

"Right sorry. There's this story that's pretty famous in my land. It's about a pretty and humble girl called Cinderella who was harassed by her stepmother and stepsisters for a long time before she found her Prince charming and lived happily ever after." I said.

"Enough of this nonsense. This is serious girl. If you fail, you probably will be killed on spot." The Royal brat hollered in my ears. God my poor ears. "We have no evidence but we have Intel that she is allied with duke Ronales and the rebellion against the royal house of Regalious. The fact is, she is too cunning for us to cease her in the act. Hence, you who she believes to be the daughter of duke Ronales can infiltrate her domain and get close enough to her to gather enough evidence to bring her down." He said and I felt a chill run down my spine.

"So I am the infiltrating spy that always gets killed in the movies. Great." I mumbled, my throat dry as dust.

"...Movies!? What is that?" Reuben asked, quite curious. But I was in no mood to explain what a damn movie was to him.

"It's nothing of importance. Just another way of saying I gotta risk my neck for you guys. So I better get a reasonable compensation out of this crap you guys are getting me into." I huffed out loud.

"Well certainly. You are the First Consort now; whatever you wish will be granted without a question." He didn't fail to emphasize the word 'First Consort' as he spoke with that smile never leaving his face, flawless soft lips over perfect white teeth. The perfect salesman smile I'd ever encountered. If he were in my world, he would've conned a lot of people.

"Temporary First Consort." And I didn't fail to remind him of our arrangement by emphasizing the word 'temporary'.

He sniggered like a cunning villain at my disposition, "Right. How about we discuss your duties as a 'Temporary First Consort' since we are already mulling over the matter."

"There are duties of a First Consort?" I scowled, dreading another bizarre demand from the King of Reveldron.

"But of course. Prominent power and status comes with eminent responsibilities." His smile as of now changed into something more of a Cheshire kind.

"Responsibilities like?" I frowned, fearing his answer, but I had to know what I was getting myself into. Better now than later.

"Like giving birth to an heir to the throne." Now I knew why his grin was so much wider than normal. It was his real smile, one that cued he was enjoying this parody way too much. He looked like a bully in the playground who knew he had his victim right where he wanted him.

I was too baffled to even speak out any protests. I just widened my eyes to the point where it seemed as if my eyes might pop out of my sockets to express my dread while he conferred me a knowing look.

"You....You tend to hold your farts in, don't you?" I couldn't help give him the stinky-eye.

"What!!?" He knitted his brows, looking as though he couldn't even begin to comprehend my state of mind.

"You have to. Because that's the only explanation for all of your sh*tty ideas. Since your farts can't find an outlet, they must travel up your spine, into your brain and that's where sh*tty ideas generally come from."