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"Their betrayal was the storm that tore me apart; now I am the tempest that will drown them." ~Araneae Ruber
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AGAIN, ARCHIBALD'S humming woke Luella up, just in time as she felt him pierce her skin with a needle.
"Your grace? What are you doing?"
"Feeding you poison…" He answered like it wasn't a big deal.
Luella groaned weakly, laying back on the bed. "I don't have the energy to deal with all this for now," She muttered, laying back on the bed.
"I figured."
Walking away, he went to grab food for Luella. "Come on, sit up. You need to eat something."
"You made this?"
"Yes."
Taking a spoon of food in her mouth, she let out a calm sigh of relief.
"Surprise, surprise, it neither tasted bad nor is it poisoned."
"I can't ruin food… my wife would kill me." He said, walking away while stretching his limps.