VALORIA WILDEROSE
"Which one do you think carried the poison?" She begins, ignoring my thrashing and convulsing on the floor.
Poison?
I was poisoned?
Is that why I'm in so much pain?
Logically it makes sense. I can feel my body shutting down violently, one piece of myself at a time, while inflicting unimaginable agony on me.
"Was it the treats, or was it the tea?"
I can't think straight right now to answer her question, to figure out why she did it.
Why me? I did nothing wrong. I answered all her questions honestly. I was obedient.
She makes a buzzer sound with her mouth after I don't answer.
"Wrong answer. The poison was in the smoke you inhaled after walking in. The maids took a prophylaxis ahead of time to delay the onset of action before it starts affecting them too. Brilliant, isn't it?"
On cue, the maids standing around drop like flies too, convulsing on the floor just like I am.
