Jessy's smile remained fixed in place as she held the wine glass, the poisoned liquid catching the light like liquid rubies. Her eyes, however, were calculating, studying Lyra's face for signs of weakness, of sickness, of the poison doing its work. "Are you feeling better?" Jessy asked, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "You looked so pale when you left the dining hall. I was worried you might be... ill." The pause before "ill" was deliberate. A test. Jessy wanted to see if Lyra understood what had happened, if she knew she'd been poisoned. She was playing a dangerous game, toying with her victim, seeing if Lyra would confront her or stay silent. Before Lyra could respond, the King stepped forward, positioning himself between the two women. His presence was imposing, protective, and a clear barrier. "Luna Lyra will be departing with me tonight," he announced, his voice carrying the weight of absolute authority. "She requires rest before our journey, and I've decided we shou
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