~ Amira ~
It had been days since Amira left the king's bed. Rhys' body had really taken a hit this time. Both times the aconite poison had been injected close to his heart. It was shocking that she hadn't died.
While Amira writhed in pain, confined to her bed, she resumed plotting the king's assassination as per her usual schemes. The aconite had proven its usefulness, yet it fell short of taking his life. Although her dose was remarkably potent, that same poison coursed through his body the very next day. It left her no choice but to fight him to the death or contemplate beheading him.
The idea of beheading him was a little… gruesome, even for her. Amira never liked the idea of beheading someone, not since her father's execution. This was, of course, if she ever returned to her
