Their eyes stayed locked. Olessia searched Kiave's face, steady and unafraid. If doubt lived in his eyes, she would face it head-on, because she had not poisoned the drink. Without waiting, she reached out to Kaive's hand holding the cup, and ready to prove it.
Even though she was certain of her innocence, Olessia did not pause to think of the danger. The thought that the drink might already have been laced before she fetched it for Irielle never stopped her.
All that mattered was clearing her name. If proof demanded pain, she would accept it without hesitation. She had done nothing wrong, and she would not stand there while lies swallowed her whole. Let the truth speak through her actions, and let them all see.
Just as Olessia stretched out her hands to take the cup from His Royalty Kaive, he suddenly pulled it back. Her fingers closed on empty air.
