Fallen Angel of Promise

Cause For Concern

    The guest are waiting to hear the prince ask someone to sit. I can't interrupt while the Queen and King talk to their guest, but my assigned seat is being stood over by an older gentleman. I don't know what to do. I'm just standing off to the side and people are noticing. Gelvain leans in to whisper into my ear when the room goes silent.
    Rowan huffs before aggressively pulling his seat out, the wooden chair scraping loudly along the floor, and sitting down quickly. He hasn't asked any of the ladies to sit though, so everyone is just waiting. Rowan huffs once more before he kicks out the chair on his right side from underneath the table. "Aria," he loudly demands. The room simply stares as I slowly walk over to the other end of the table.
    "Yes," I gulp, his aggressive posture hangs in the air. "Your majesty?" No matter how many times he gets angry towards me, his demeanor is still terrifying.
    "Sit," he orders as he stares off at the wall. The room watches as I slowly sit down while Gelvain pushes the chair in behind me. Quietly everyone else sits at the table while staring daggers at me. What has he done? Butlers quickly come around to serve wine and display the first dish of a fresh light garden salad. Everyone quietly begins talking amoung themselves. I don't know what to do but simply pick at my salad.
    Rowan seems more than pissed, and the ladies are smart enough to not push him too far. "So Aria," a blonde lady with her massive boobs pushed sky high practically yells across the table. "What does the kingdom need information on humans for anyways?"
    "Eh," a butler approaches next to me to top of the prince's wine glass when I get a sharp smell.
    Before I can properly respond, "what could we possible need of the fowl creatures?" Another brunette lady chimes in.
    Many of the girls chuckle as Rowan begins to swirl his wine glass out of boredom. The smell is getting stronger. Wafting into my nose painfully. Almost stabbing my nasal cavity. No one ever mentioned my senses heightening, and if they were why was it only his glass that smells so terrible? I sniff the glass in my hand and smell nothing. "Please look at your pathetic state from such a useless venture."
    "Pathetic state?" Rowan now chimes in suddenly as he slams his glass back down. I take the opportunity to set my glass back down closer to his.
    "Um, um," the lady begins studdering under her words.
    "No, go on. Explain," Rowan leans in. The girl look like she's about to cry. The rest of the table quiets as it's got the fathers' attention. Each hoping their prize offspring is chosen.
    "Now now," the original blonde interjects. "We're simply just curious about the newcomer."
    "Well, I'll send her on whatever task I see fit."
    "In that pathetic state? She looks—"
    "Are you commenting on my training?" Rowan growls at her.
    "She's one of your decibels?" She girls eyes widen.
    "Yes and as we all know." Rowan gestures behind the two of us. "I only train the best fighters we have in the whole army. Or does your nation need another reminder of that?"
    "Of course we meant no ill will your majesty!" A man, I'm assuming the blonde's father, pipes in.  "Are you saying this girl is your advisor with how you defend her?"
    Rowan pauses a moment. Realizing the situation he's in, "yes." The room grows still. The target on my back just grew over ten times larger.
    "Well then a toast," a young gentleman stands up. He's so young he has to be someone's son. "To the future kings first appointment." Everyone grabs their glasses. I quickly dash for Rowan's glass before he rises from his seat. Taking what was once my glass he raises in a silent toast. Everyone raises their glasses. I look into the fowl smelling glass before me. I don't hesitate a second to raise it to my lips before anyone notices the mix up. The liquid reaches my lips and I flinch at the burning happening to my throat. Rowan must have noticed because he looks at the glass as I finish it with a slight puzzled look. My whole body begins heating up as I can feel blood begin to fill my mouth. Gelvain notices as she places a hand on my shoulder.
    "Oh dear!" Madam Wren catches on quickly as she rushes over from her seat at the other end of the table. She quickly pulls me up from my seat by my arm. "If you'll excuse us your majesty. I forgot to change her medicine so she could participate in the festivities. Silly me, my old mind, certain medicine does not mix well with alcohol."
    "You're excused," I look up wide eyed at Rowan. He can't drink! He was poisoned! Rowan looking down at me wears the same expression as always. I can't cause a scene though. I can't even speak with all the blood filling my mouth. I don't know how to warn him as Madam Wren and Gelvain usher me back to my room. I try to fight but my body is weakened severely from the poison. I'm forced into the bathroom.
    "Puke now," Madam Wren throws her cane down and pulls my hair back and I quickly do as she says and begin puking up blood.
    "It wasn't....the medicine," I try to speak between puking.
    "We know," Gelvain answers from the doorway.
    "He can't drink-"
    "He already knows." Gelvain cuts me off. "Focus on clearing your system." I simply puke up blood until my temperature finally calms down.
    "What happened," Madam Wren hands me some water.
    I swish my mouth clean. "I don't know. The waiter poured and suddenly an awful smell came from the glass." I cough. "You really didn't smell it?"
   "No dear," Madam Wren quickly runs out of the bathroom.
   "It's all I could focus on, but no one else seemed to notice." I keep coughing trying to explain. "It smelled painfully awful."
    "Deep breathes," Gelvain leads me into the seating area. She rushes to get a cold dampened clothe for my forehead. It's not working though, I try to fan myself. It seems like forever before Madam Wren burst back through the door and my skin is burning. I feel like my skin is about to boil off.
    "No," Madam Wren snatches the cool cloth quickly from me. "Sweat it out," she begins to empty her bag onto the bar countertop and begins quickly mixing things.
    "What happened?" A sudden booming voice makes me jump up.
    "Poison your majesty," Gelvain answers behind me and I turn to see Prince Rowan stomping up. Where did he come from? I didn't hear the doors open.
    "I gathered that much." Rowan stomps around the couch to me. He grabs my face and forces my mouth open. I yelp in pain as he examines my throat. "Medicine?"
    "Here," Madam Wren rushes over with a cup of madicinal tea.
    Rowan snatches it out of her hand and shoved it in my face. "Drink," I take the cup. I try to slowly drink from it but my lips and tongue are so blistered it spills down my front. "Give it to me!" Before I can he snatches it out of my hand and downs the drink. Before I know it he pulls my head up to face him and forces my mouth open. His lips touch mine as liquid fills my mouth. I try to fight against his hands but it's no use. My body is too weak. Slowly the liquid stops burning and begins to coat my throat. My stomach stops doing flips finally.
    Rowan releases our embrace, "better?" His face painted with concern looks down at me.
    "Yes." I weakly say through my blisters.
     "No it's not." Madam Wren says from the side. "If that is what I think it is. Someone meant to kill you, which means she should've already been dead, and I don't know why she isn't."