Throughout the hallways Ansel walked holding Gaberille in his arms as Hattie and Nylah secretly followed behind.
"What are we doing," Nylah whispered.
"Waiting for the perfect lie," Hattie whispered back, her mind focused on a plot.
"Why can't we just make one up," Nylah inquired.
"Because we already did that and it didn't work. Every time we plot against that floozy it ends with us being exposed as liars and His Majesty ends up hating me even more. If we want to get rid of her for good we need to manipulate the truth and have someone else who can't be traced back to us carry out our plan," Hattie explained.
"How do you plan on doing that," Nylah asked intently.
"By planting an idea to someone who's smitten at first sight," Hattie stated, her eyes fired with excitement.
"And who might that be," Nylah prodded.
"You'll see… For now we need to wait and listen…" Hattie plotted, a grin planted on her face.
