"Your Majesty, I have secured the carriage you wanted," Riza informed Tori while handing her a pouch that contained herbs that the latter was looking for.
Smiling sweetly at her well-behaved pawn, Tori safely stored the remaining small pouch inside the compartment of her dress – the space between her blasted corset and her bosoms. Her newly polished long nails glistened like freshly poured blood; it could easily hide the color of poison and was easy to handle on any occasion.
A cold sweat resurfaced again and a cough emerged from her blood-red lips.
"Your Majesty!" Riza was about to reach her when Tori raised her left hand, her right hand covering her lips as if to signal her servant to mind her own business.
Behind her palm, Tori spoke weakly. "It is okay. Prepare an outdoor dress. I have to visit someone dear to me."
