In the dead of night, under a moonlit sky as pale as frost, Miranda lay awake, eyes fixed on the dark expanse. Her mind was preoccupied with a single thought: how to eliminate Mrs. Wilson.
This cunning and scheming woman posed a constant threat. Given her status as Miranda's nanny, her position was not that of an ordinary servant.
A single misstep could lead to accusations of ingratitude and cruelty, damaging Miranda's reputation irreparably.
After pondering for a long time, Miranda realized that all her schemes required accomplices. The problem was that Mrs. Wilson had already seized control of the people around Miranda, and other courtyards were beyond Miranda's reach. She had no one to rely on.
Her eyes inadvertently fell on her wrist, bringing back memories of the sudden appearance of a note that fateful night.
"The medicine has been tampered with. Do not take it. Delay as mu
“Your Majesty, why do you not speak?” The queen’s eyes burned; her words were sharp. “To take a pregnant woman’s life openly within the royal palace is a crime so heinous that even the severest penalty would not be excessive. Do you not endorse what His Majesty has said?” As she spoke, she cast a meaningful glance at Miranda.The Queen Dowager’s brows knit still tighter; her mind was not yet settled.The queen’s aggressiveness—did it spring from absolute confidence in her own design, or did it mean this matter was not her doing at all? Thinking this, the Queen Dowager looked thoughtfully at Miranda, then gave the faintest shake of her head. Miranda was steady and keen; she would never do such a thing… Could it be that someone else was meddling behind the scenes, seeking to exploit the queen’s grievance against Miranda to stir up trouble? If so, to dare pit both the queen and Miranda—and by extension the Queen Dowager herself—against one another was intolerable and could not be forgive
With the back of his hand the physician touched the cheek—dry and fever-warm; no sweat beaded on the skin. He brushed a linen swab along the tongue and held it to his nose: a faint orchid perfume, edged with a metallic bitterness. The royal physician said, “Lady Lark died of poisoning. She was very likely slain by the poison-orchid.”Poison-orchid is a toxin refined from the poison-orchid flower. In Drakeland it is not rare, and the wealthy often use it for things best kept out of sight.Poisoned? Miranda’s brows knit as her thoughts raced.Just now the queen had said that Lady Lark must have been harmed by someone; and now, after the royal physician’s diagnosis, indeed Lady Lark had died by poison. Such second sight was truly… At the report, more than a few glances—intentional or otherwise—slid toward the queen. Lady Liudmila only smiled faintly.The queen knew perfectly well that her earlier words had aroused suspicion. She was about to explain herself when someone cut in.“I heard
Whitney spoke more delicately, to be sure, but that single mention of “inside knowledge,” coupled with the deliberate misdirection just now, only sent suspicions spiraling.“Miss Whitney has misunderstood me. I was only reasoning from what any of us might think. At the very least, faced with what we see, my first thought is whether Lady Lark is ill, or has fallen unconscious for some other reason. In that case, the urgent task is not to seize a culprit but to summon a physician and see whether Lady Lark can be saved. So, when I came in, I already instructed Molly to go with the maids to fetch a physician. Even if the worst has happened, the cause of death ought first to be determined by a physician—only then can a murderer be traced.” Miranda spoke unhurriedly.Hearing her, those present thought it over and found it reasonable.Indeed, though Lady Lark did not wake, her complexion was rosy; she might merely be unconscious. For the queen to declare at once that Lady Lark had been harme
Whitney’s words sounded ordinary enough, yet they drew everyone's focus to Miranda at once.It was common knowledge that Miranda had only just returned to the palace to attend upon the Queen Dowager and had already received a precious gift from the king—news that, overnight, made her once more the target of every darting eye. And for one long favored by the Queen Dowager to come today to visit the king’s mistress, Lady Lark, was exceedingly strange.Seeing the thoughtful looks that passed from face to face—the very mention of Miranda’s name plainly stirring suspicion—the queen only smiled and held her tongue.Turning then with a pleasant laugh to the maid beside her, the queen said, “No need to mind what was just said. I hear Lady Lark keeps to her chambers all day; let us bring her a little cheer. If her spirits lift, her health may do the same. Go in first and announce us to Lady Lark, lest we take her unawares.”“Yes, Your Majesty!” the maid replied, and hastened toward the inner r
Every afternoon, the king would make use of a lull in state business to come and visit the pregnant Lady Lark, rain or shine. This special favor only further convinced the people of the palace of Lady Lark’s standing in his affections. On this day, as on all others, the king came around the hour of Shen; just as he stepped through the door, he saw a blaze of tropical blossoms—scarlet and purplish red massed like waves—spreading from the entrance of Lady Lark’s palace through the courtyard and into the inner chambers, flaming and fervid in their brilliance.These were Lady Lark’s favorite flowers, for no other reason than their intense color.Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight, in the distance among the cypress vines, of Miranda, seated and speaking with a maid, with Molly and the little Eunuch standing nearby. His gaze dropped slightly. Because Lady Lark favored bold colors, the flowers in the Hall were all blazing reds and purples; just now the cypress vines were at their p
Watching Miranda’s response, a flicker of something unreadable passed through Lady Lark’s eyes before she smiled and personally led Miranda into the kitchen, the air between them light and easy. The two of them chatted and laughed as they prepared the simple ingredients, as though this were a rare moment of privacy shared just between them.Though Miranda was a little clumsy and unpracticed at first, her awkward attempts only made Lady Lark smile with quiet amusement. Actually, the pastries took quite a long time to make, but throughout this process Miranda stood working alongside Lady Lark and, surprisingly, never uttered the slightest complaint of fatigue, which could not help but make Lady Lark cast repeated sidelong glances at her, the doubts in her heart increasing as time went by. Yet Lady Lark was clearly a bit absent-minded, and her hands, because of the thoughts she was harboring, showed an almost imperceptible tremor in their movements.“Vivia, are you tired? Please, go and