The queen was irritated by how disdainfully Arielle behaved toward her son's gestures.
I would like to see just how you manage.
She cast a cold glare at Arielle. “Sure, if you want to stay so badly.”
Arielle was not afraid of her at all. Instead, her lips curled into a smirk. “Your Majesty, do you feel a tightness in your chest like you're having trouble breathing?”
Like a trigger, her words startled the queen who clutched at her chest with one hand and pointed an accusatory finger at Arielle with the other. “What have you done to me?”
“Ari...” Aaron stared at her, horrorstruck.
“I'd warned you not to test me.” Ignoring Aaron, she stared at the queen coldly. “In half an hour from now, even the antidote wouldn't save you.”
Though Vinson had been looking in confusion at one speaker after another throughout their time at the queen's quarters, he could tell that she was powerless against Arielle.
Unnoticed by any of the others jabbering away in Turlcnese, he smirked with amusement as he observed the proceedings silently.
By then, the queen was becoming thoroughly frightened. She did not expect Arielle to be capable of poisoning her without a trace.
Even Miranda was cowering with terror in the corner of the room as she clutched her chest.
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