Leo's figure loomed, shrouded in darkness, as he surveyed his secret army. His hands clenched and unclenched, a dark look of revenge etched on his face. The air thickened with tension, making his soldiers tremble.
Meanwhile, Emily woke, feeling strong despite the lingering cold. But she couldn't reveal her true state.
With calculated precision, Emily feigned weakness, moving slowly and acting frail in the maid's presence.
Sophia, the maid, entered with a tray bearing a steaming bowl of porridge and soup. Emily's gaze met Sophia's, trusting.
As Sophia poured the soup, her hand slipped, adding an excessive portion of poison. Emily didn't notice.
Sophia's guilt overwhelmed her. She saw Emily drink the soup, smiling and thanking her.
Sophia's eyes welled with tears. She excused herself, fleeing to her room.
Collapsing onto her bed, Sophia sobbed. "How could I do that to Her Highness?" she whispered.
Memories flooded Sophia's mind – Emily's kindness, her gentle nature.
Sophia's anguish intensified. She couldn't bear the weight of her betrayal.
Later, Sophia returned to Emily's chambers, her face composed.
"Your Highness," Sophia whispered, "don't trust anyone. Always tell them to test your food first."
Emily's gaze narrowed, suspicion flickering.
Sophia's words hinted at a darker truth.
Emily's smile faltered, her eyes locking onto Sophia's.
"I won't blame you," Emily said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sophia's face crumpled, tears streaming down.
Emily's expression softened. "You're telling me something, aren't you?"
Sophia nodded, silent sobs shaking her frame.
Emily's mind reeled. Poison? Deception?
Her heart heavy, Emily grasped Sophia's hand.
"Thank you, Sophia. I'll be cautious."
As Sophia fled, Emily's thoughts swirled.
Who could she trust?