Sandy's p.o.v
I was outside walking back and forth, my heart was aching for some reason and my mind was tormenting me with what the stupid emperor might do to Stephen. He was heartless, dangerous, and unreasonable.
"Here," Beatrice whispered.
I turned and looked at her, she had a silver cup in her hand.
"What's that?" I asked in a whisper.
"A tonic to calm your nerves down." She answered.
She really was sweet, thinking of me in a time like this.
"No mother, I want something strong, like whiskey. You know, beer, wine, alcohol." I said on top of my voice.
"I'll bring you what you want, for now, take this dear." She answered.
I took the cup from her hand and quickly gulped down the tonic.
"Here," I whispered with a frown.
It tasted bitter although the scent
