Siren Of Tigers: Adrenaline Of Magic And Power

F I V E

Scene: at the royal kitchen

J I M I N ' S P O V :

I close my eyes, focusing my thoughts on the vial in my hand. I concentrate, using my magic to enhance the potency of the poison. A subtle glow emanates from the vial, the once clear liquid now taking on a faint, almost imperceptible hue of violet. I know that the poison is now stronger, and will act faster than it would have before. I need to act quickly and make sure that the poison gets into the king's food before it's too late. I look around, making sure that no one is watching me. The palace is bustling with activity, servants, and guards moving about, preparing for the evening's feast. I scan the room, noting the location of the king's table and the waiters who will be serving his food.

My heart is racing, my mind spinning with every possible way things could go wrong. Yet, at the same time, I feel strangely calm. I know what I have to do, and I will do it. For her.

Finally, I spot an opportunity. A moment where the king's attention is focused on courtiers, providing a brief window of distraction. I take a deep breath, and step forward, heading towards the king's table. As I approach the table, I keep my eyes down, trying to appear as inconspicuous as possible. The other attendants pay me no mind, too busy with their tasks to notice the quiet jester carrying a tiny bottle of death.

I reach the king's place at the table and pause for a moment. My heart is beating so loudly that it seems like everyone in the room must be able to hear it. But I must maintain my composure, and focus on the task ahead.

I glance around once more, ensuring that no one is watching. Then, I carefully and discretely pour the poison into the king's drink, a tiny amount that will go undetected. I watch as the liquid mixes with the wine, turning the golden liquid a slightly darker shade.

Once the poison is fully dissolved in the wine, I step back, blending back into the background. My heart is still racing, the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I look around the room, watching as the king continues his feast, unaware of the danger that now lurks in his cup.

Time seems to slow down, each second feeling like an hour. I wait anxiously, my eyes fixed on the king, waiting for the poison to take effect. My hand trembles slightly, and I quickly tuck them into my pockets, not wanting to draw any attention to myself.

My heart leaped into my throat as I felt myself being grabbed from behind. I whirled around, prepared to defend myself, only to find myself face-to-face with her.

"Aysel," I breathed, my heart still hammering in my chest. I had been so focused on the task at hand that I hadn't even heard her approaching, her presence as stealthy as a ghost. She pulled me into a small, dimly lit room off to the side of the main hall. The door closed behind us, muffling the sounds of the feast. I looked at her, my heart still racing. I tried to speak, but the words got stuck in my throat.

"Is it done?"

I nodded, my voice quiet as I spoke.

"It's done. The poison is in the king's drink. All we have to do now is wait."

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly feeling dry. The weight of what we had done suddenly felt heavier on my shoulders.

"Great job, Cariño!" She looked at me and saw the conflicts on my eyes. "Do you feel guilty?"

I paused for a moment, considering her question. I should feel guilty, I knew that. But I didn't. All I could feel was a strange sense of contentment, and the overwhelming need to be near her.

"No," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "I don't feel guilty. I would do anything for you, my lady."

Aysel smirked and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.