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Balcony (Pronouns used for Loki: she/her)"
"Guards!" Loki shouted again, her voice tinged with urgency as she saw the armored men approach. "Someone poisoned her food. Bring all the cooks and maids who were on kitchen duty to the throne room. I’ll take her to the healing wing."
Without wasting another moment, Loki wrapped Sylvie's arm around her shoulder and teleported them both away.
When Loki arrived, she found the healing wing alive with activity. Healer fairies and their apprentices were already at work, preparing for any emergencies. And standing at the center of it all was her mother, Frigga.
"Someone please help! She’s been poisoned!" Loki cried, helping Sylvie, who was barely conscious, onto one of the beds.
Frigga immediately rushed to her daughter, her gentle hands brushing Sylvie’s hair back. "It'll be okay, Loki. We’ll take care of her." Her mother’s voice was soothing, though Loki could hear the faint worry beneath it.
Loki stood back, allowing the healers to move in. "Please, heal her," she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion. Not able to watch anymore, Loki teleported herself back to the throne room, knowing she wouldn’t do any good standing helplessly by.
In the throne room, the cooks and maids were assembled, their nervous expressions betraying the gravity of the situation. Loki stood before them, her eyes sharp with anger.
"One of you poisoned one of the suitors. Tell me the truth now, or you will all be punished," Loki declared, her tone commanding.
One of the maids, who had been avoiding eye contact with Loki, suddenly fiddled with her hands. Loki’s gaze zeroed in on her, and she strode toward her with purpose. Grabbing the maid by the chin, she lifted her face to meet her eyes. "Do you know anything, dear?" Loki’s voice was quiet, but there was no mistaking the authority behind it.
The maid swallowed hard. "I—I saw one of the suitors walking toward the kitchen earlier," she confessed, her voice trembling.
Loki’s eyebrow arched at this, a question on her lips. "Which one was it?"
The maid hesitated, then finally whispered, "It was a light elf, your majesty."
Loki let go of her chin, and the maid quickly lowered her gaze again. "Very well. You’re dismissed," Loki said coolly, before turning away.
With the culprit in mind, Loki quickly formulated a plan to confront Astrid. But first, she needed to check on Sylvie.
On her way back to the healing wing, Loki found herself face-to-face with the very elf who had caused all this trouble.
"Good evening, Lady Loki. How did your dinner with Lady Sylvie go?" Astrid’s voice was casual, but there was a gleam in her eyes that made Loki wary. How did she even know about the dinner? Sylvie and Loki had kept it private.
Loki ignored Astrid’s question, her attention fixed on the healing chamber. "I need to check on Sylvie," she said, her voice tight with control.
She entered the healing room, and her heart leapt when she saw Sylvie awake, her blue eyes blinking up at her. Loki let out a soft sigh of relief. "Oh, thank the Gods of Asgard," she whispered. "I will end that little elf for doing this. I’m really glad you’re alright, Lady Sylvie."
Loki leaned over the bed, pressing a gentle kiss to Sylvie’s forehead, her fingers brushing the giantess’s hair back. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes of her concern and affection. Sylvie offered her a faint smile, still weak from the ordeal.
"I’m glad you’re here," Sylvie murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Loki stayed by her side for a while, knowing there was still much to be done, but in this moment, she just needed to be there for Sylvie.
