Instincts

Once her gown laces were loose, Celia let the heavy garment slide off her frame and pool at her feet. Stepping out of it, her calf bumped lightly against a nearby clothing trunk.

One of the beautifully crafted trunks her mother had ordered made, to hold her eldest daughter's glorious wedding trousseau.

Oh, Mother. We both had high hopes back then, didn't we? Hopes that I could make this marriage a success? If only you knew that I'm now as good as dead.

And it'll be the most shameful of deaths. Your heart will shatter.

Oddly enough, that was the moment Celia remembered how one of the trunks had a cleverly hidden pocket inside.

And in that pocket were hidden two tiny bottles.

The terrified young woman wasn't sure what made her suddenly think of the two little vials Thea had given her.

Who cares about them? With the amount of danger I'm currently in, being caught with a witch's tonics in my possession is hardly my biggest worry.