Novel & Cerita To Poison A King

Celeste followed behind her, her face pale and unreadable. The King stormed toward me, fury boiling behind his eyes. “What happened?” I stood slowly, mouth opening but I couldn’t form the words. He didn’t wait for an answer. “You did this,” he spat. “You brought this poison into our palace.” “I-” “You filled his head with rebellion, with nonsense about being ‘free’ and ‘authentic.’ You turned him against his duty. You dragged him away from what was right. This is on you.” “Your Majesty, that’s not-"

Poisoning in the palace? I could not take it in at first. I had seen cruelty in this place. I had seen lies, humiliation, manipulation, and power used like a weapon. But this was different. This was not Queen Ivana putting out another statement to destroy my name. This was not the King threatening me with exile. This was not angry people shouting outside palace gates. This was something else. This was an attempt to kill a king. My throat went dry. “Poison?” I repeated. Diana nodded quickly, tears already gathering in her eyes.

“Or maybe you have a kind heart. It’s rare, you know.” I scoffed, wiping the last of my tears, but before I could snap at her, she smirked. “Or maybe our dear king just has some damn good luck. Imagine hiring the very woman who could have killed him as his personal chef.” She leaned in conspiratorially. “Tell me, how many times have you fantasized about poisoning him?” A laugh bubbled up in my chest despite myself, sharp and bitter. “More times than I can count.” Gaia chuckled. “You should’ve gone for something slow-acting. Maybe a daily dose of wolfsbane in his tea? Or, better yet, a tasteless poison in his favorite meal—couscous, wasn’t it?”

His smile is both smug and sinister, and it sends a chill down my spine. He snaps his fingers and one of the attendants leaps to attention. He crosses the room quickly, then presents a beverage bottle, holding it up to display it for me. "There's poison in that drink," the king says, his smile growing wider. "Drink it and my army is yours." Are you insane? I want to demand, but I bite my tongue. "If I drink poison, will I die?" I say, striving for neutrality. "Is that the price of your help? My life?"

"Yes, to remove any further harm to the king and the entire royal blood, all maids had to be killed, I hope you understand. The real culprit have not been found, further investigations have been made to catch the real culprit. He was poisoned a day after your sickness." Clementa said, if the slave had been healthy when the crime was committed, surely, all fingers would be pointed directly to the slave and probably, she would be slaughtered like the maids and suffered the same fate with them. "The king screams any time a being walks close to him, his wolf is not accepting any been in the room, because he is trying to fight off the poison, not even Klara, the King's..... No one can come close

"I don't want to believe it, Allegra. But the signs are there. The king was fine just a few hours ago." "But who would do such a thing?" She fretted, and my heart started to race. "So many might benefit from his downfall, but poison? It’s barbaric. " "Barbaric, yes, " Dante agreed, his jaw tightening. "But effective. Someone wants to send a message, and we need to figure out who before it’s too late." I glanced around, nervous energy coursing through me. "Do you really think someone in the palace could be involved? Are we safe here?" I asked.

Josef came close to them but they all backed away. “No, no, no. We don't want any other demonstration, this is good." They said, causing a wicked smile to form on Josef's face. ‘Scared fools!' he said in his mind. “So as I was saying we need to poison the garment before it gets to the king's hands so that when it does it get to the king and he dies from the poison it would be evident that the giver of the gifts was the one who murdered the king." Josef concluded and Harold loved the idea.

Gideon asked bluntly. "I'm not interested in helping you," he shot back. "Get lost!" "Please, sir! I'm begging you—I've been poisoned!" Gideon raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "You? Poisoned? You're the so-called King of Venom. To say you have been poisoned is such a joke." The man winced. "You know what they say—play with fire long enough, and you'll get burned. My men and I were experimenting with a new type of venom, and… things got out of control.

"We're going to go on with our plan. It's working." "Yeah, but I just feel so bad for poisoning the king," she said. “It’s slow poison, no one has noticed a thing, and no one will, they won’t suspect, it will continue to weaken him until he dies, and then no one will question a thing, your child will be the next in line for the throne, and the next alpha of such a mighty pack.” I stood in shock where I was. I frowned and turned around to head back to the King's room. I pushed the door open, ignoring the guards that were looking at me in confusion. The King's eyes fluttered open softly.

“He was mine first. She took everything. I only wanted her to suffer—only a little. But it… it went too far.” The chamber freezes. The King rises slowly from his seat, his face carved in stone, but his voice shakes with fury. “Julia…” He shakes his head, almost as though he cannot believe the woman before him. “You poisoned her. You poisoned my Queen.” From the defense table, Kian lurches to his feet, eyes wide and wet. “No! No, this isn’t true!” His voice cracks through the chamber. “Mother, tell them you didn’t do this! Tell them!”