EMMY felt emotionally drained after her conversation with her father and brothers. In truth, she wasn't in the right frame of mind to even consider interrogating the prince. But she knew this might be her only chance to be alone with him, especially since they were all leaving today due to everyone's schedules. She had no choice—this conversation had to happen now.
She picked up her cup and took a sip. Her eyes followed the prince as he lifted the cup to his lips. Normally, she wouldn't give much thought to how someone drank their tea, but something about the way he did it caught her attention. His brow creased ever so slightly, and his fingers trembled as they clutched the delicate porcelain, as if he were about to sip something far deadlier than mere tea. Like poison or something.
Wait— poison?
