Ariana's eyes widened as the dining room fell silent.
Stephanie had noticed earlier, when she entered, that the drink looked darker orange than it should have been for orange juice. At first, she brushed it off, thinking something might have been added for the Queen herself since she had just given birth—perhaps some medical ingredient.
Stephanie had a habit of observing the dining table whenever she ate, especially the drinks, since she was skilled with concoctions. She could usually guess the fruit of a drink from its color.
At first, she thought she was mistaken, but when Ariana raised the cup and she noticed the lighter shade beneath, something inside her snapped. This was poison. There was only one seed that could make a drink turn this way.
"Stanic seed, if I am not mistaken," Stephanie spoke, a deeper frown forming on her lips.
