Assassinating The Princes

Poison

The chef quickly plated the dishes, serving everyone at the table before stepping back, the maids standing silently at the corners, waiting for us to begin. The moment hung in the air, the mix of elegance and quiet tension creating a beautiful and suffocating atmosphere.

The chef quickly plated the dishes, serving everyone at the table before stepping back, the maids standing silently in the corners, waiting for us to begin. The moment hung in the air, the blend of elegance and quiet tension creating a beautiful and suffocating atmosphere. I waited, but no one started eating. I stared blankly at them, unsure of what was happening.

The king finally nodded, and a soldier left the dining hall. Moments later, he returned, guiding another man into the room. This man looked weak and sickly, his frame so slim that his bones seemed to jut out from beneath his skin. His shoulders were hunched forward, and he appeared too frail even to stand up straight. My eyes widened as I took in his condition, a surge of pity washing over me. I would have offered him my dinner if it weren't for the poison. Though harmless to a common person without magical power, it could be deadly to someone this weak.

I watched, confused and anxious, as the king nodded once more. The soldier, understanding the silent command, stepped forward. The chef poured the (dish name) into another bowl and passed it to the soldier, and a cold realization crept over me. My heart pounded as the soldier offered the (dish name) to the sick man.

The man, confused yet clearly hungry, stared at the food. He was desperate, his eyes betraying his internal struggle—whether to eat under the watchful eyes of the royal family or refuse out of fear. I tried to rise from my seat, a desperate urge to stop this gnawing at me, but the younger prince's firm grip forced me back down. I sat, overwhelmed with guilt, a feeling foreign to me. I had never felt guilt when assassinating someone before—those targets were wealthy, powerful, and often cruel. They were full of sins, deserving of the death I dealt. But this man... this innocent, sickly man... the thought of him dying from the poison I had crafted made my chest tighten in ways I hadn't anticipated.

The man lifted the bowl, and panic surged through me. I wanted to scream, to tell him to stop, but my voice failed me. The room seemed to close in around me as his lips touched the edge of the bowl. In one swift motion, he drank the entire dish, unaware of the poison that laced it. The bowl clattered to the floor, and he collapsed, coughing up blood.

I bolted from my seat, resisting Lucas's attempts to hold me back. The sight of the man struggling for life overwhelmed me; I had to help him. I raced toward the exit, determined to do anything to save him. But as I neared the door, the guards barred my path. I spun around, bewildered, eyes darting to the royals.

"What are you doing?!" I shouted, fury igniting in my chest. "He's going to die if we don't act!"

Lucas rose from his chair, his gaze piercing. "And how are you so certain?"

"How am I—" I stammered, astonished. "He's coughing up blood!"

The king stood, his expression unreadable. "Doctor, how do you know it's the dish that's killing him and not his illness?"

"Your Highness, with all due respect, a man—your citizen—is dying before your eyes, and instead of letting me save him, you're questioning my intentions?" My voice trembled with urgency as the man on the floor coughed more blood, collapsing unconscious. Time was slipping away; he had mere minutes left. I felt a surge of panic and impatience.

What if he died? I won't be able to live with the guilt of being a killer of an innocent...

HELLO EVERYONE HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL!!!
SO, I WASN'T ABLE TO WRITE ANY FURTHER CHAPTERS NOR WAS I THAT ACTIVE DUE TO MY EXAMS AND PRACTICALS GOING ON BUT NOW THAT IT'S OVER I'LL FINALLY START WRITING AGAIN.

ANOTHER THING, THIS CHAPTER IS SHORT AS I DELETED THE OTHER HALF OF THE STORY. THE REASON: MY CHARACTER WAS MORE STUPID THAN I EXPECTED AND THE PLOT WAS A LITTLE BORING OR SAY VERY FAST. I NEED TIME TO DEVELOP MY CHARACTER. SO I'LL REWRITE MY CHAPTERS

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