Graceful Consort was instantly in a difficult position. She could confess, and create a bigger problem, or she could take her secret to the grave.
That did not seem to be a very bad option, and she was still secretly making up her mind when a cup was pushed in front of her.
"Drink."
Graceful Consort Aredna vigilantly looked up until the met the First Adrit's gaze. She was actually not very keen on drinking whatever was in that cup.
However the Adrit did not seem to mind her internal resistance at all, and simply looked at her with a very calm and patient gaze, as if she were coaxing a child.
In the end, the Consort had no choice. She knew that she didn't.
Reluctantly picking up the cup, she took a sip of the brewed drink and was surprised to discover the sweet taste that flooded her mouth when she drank it.
A confused frown marred her forehead, and she looked at the dark liquid inside of the cup sceptically.
