Sareash sat with Verchiel in his bedchambers. The room was lit only by candle light so as to play the part of Verchiel being ill. They talked in hurried whispers to each, as if nervous of being overheard.
"...this could be our way of getting rid of him once and for all!," exclaimed Sareash in a whisper. "If we ask the King to take our son back to the Royal Capitol he may very welcome end up becoming one the guards, and with any luck, dead upon the next raid of our Kingdom!," she said with obvious delight.
Verchiel eyed her for moment, he trusted this woman, but she had never been this excited to be rid of one of her children, not even Nobaru. But, alas, she was right. This may very well be his only opportunity to be rid of that cursed child once and for all.
"Okay, let's make sure the King takes Nobaru with him then. This will be good for all of us," the said quietly.
Sareash smiled and kissed Verchiel softly on the lips before pulling back and smiling sensually at him.
"Let's celebrate with a drink my dear," Sareash said as she handed him a goblet of the finest wine in this section of the country. She raised her glass to her lips and drank deeply as she watched Verchiel gulp his down. Her smile faded and she stood up, her soft and sensual expression becoming cold and cunning.
Verchiel looked her in confusion, the expression quickly changing to horror as his throat began constricting and sharp pains in stomach, not unlike the feeling of a knife continuously stabbing in and out him, caused him to double over in pain. By the time Verchiel had realized he had been poisoned it was too late. His body, cold and lifeless, lay sprawled across the floor. Sareash smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. She had hated that man, more than anyone could ever know. Lady Blackfyre was now Matriarch of the Blackfyre Family, and she would run things the way she wanted to from now on. Quickly and quietly she exited the room and disappeared down the stairwell.