A Royal Pain in the Ball ✓

Chapter 28 - Wine

Back where she was, where she stood, she was holding a glass of wine and she automatically, with a single, swift motion she brought it to her lips. And she drank it until it was halfway empty. To which she was embarrassed and wished no one saw how brazen she might look while she was drinking. As she took another chug and before long it was empty.

To which she made her hunt for another one. She had only drank one glass and it was far from enough. Thanks to the man who poisoned her for giving her a new taste of wine.

She set the glass back down on a passing butler and swooped in to grab another, its contents swaying as she lifted it, and it was brimming as it almost spilled as she brought it close to her, the contents slightly swaying as she brought it close to her.

She sipped.

And the sweetness was to die for.

As she sipped on another gulp, it tasted good as ever. This particular serving of a glass, the sweet scent of an unfamiliar flower wafted against her throat, and she could drink a whole of gallon of it. And she wasn't exaggerating.

As she drunk and gulped as she kept herself sane. A strong drinker, she was proud of, and what she had become to be, as she brought the glass down and observed as the royals made their way and gathered around as they chattered. Sometimes in small circles, and sometimes in groups. To which the maids came around carrying tiny treats and desserts full of brown chocolate and golden colors with pinks at the sides she saw, and some of the butlers came around to bring their trays of wine, and some the absurdity, of special concoction.

As she saw, most of the time, they were very red, as of sometimes, the butler would bring out a special tray, of the the reddest liquid she'd ever seen, as she would gaze - a special concoction, she'd call, a symbol of a huge skull with its four-sided bones sticking out in every side. And she was not touching that.

That would probably be human blood of the special types of the 4, A, O, AB, or B. And she would not like the taste of metallic, human blood on her tongue.

As she looked away in disgust and  tried not to show it.

The maister had magically disappeared, she saw. As she looked around and found him nowhere. As it didn't take long for the event to start and it was just an afterdoor to another room, where you could just pass through in a blink of an eye and you would be there. In another space.

It was because, of the sole reason that she liked wine. As she drank, a large sip as she gulped it down. Even more than ever. Not like she didn't like it in the past.

It was that, the wine served here were better aged, sweeter and seemed like more of an expensive quality of a grape that was stored and prepared to the brim of its highest quality and its serving age.

The taste still lingered on her buds after she swallowed. It tasted divine. Kins of like a honey flower and a sugary scent, sweet-wafting coursing through her veins. As she felt delighted and happy that she could consume this kind of stuff, and of that she felt lucky.

Sometimes, she would swirl the liquid in her glass, as it swirled, and feel the liquid going down her throat as she took a swing.

Maybe it was the wine's fault that it was so sweet and tasted like a whole other flavor. Of honey, sometimes like a flower, and a slightly tangy cherry to it. To which she got excited whenever she got a taste of it on her tongue. And she was glad.

She took another chug.

To which she realised that it was almost empty, as she chugged the last sip, and she went for more.

More or less, it tasted like her favorite drink. Of water and honey, or something else such as cocoa and sugary milk. She couldn't describe.
As she went to get some more, she felt a sway, and there she was, she bumped into a guy out of pure coincidence and she didn't even realize it.