Ellen took the cup off her lips, as her face went sore.
"Poison," Ellen muttered under her breath but the prince heard her. His hearing was that good, he could hear the smallest sounds. The prince was surprised at her statement and if Ellen was looking in his direction, she might have noticed the questioning look he was sending her.
Ellen was also surprised to have perceived something different in her cup, the smell assorted her nose as soon as the cup was close. "Who could want me dead," she asked herself. The poison was so evident that she was certain that a little sip would have been enough to kill her.
