Verinia happily finished the cup in her hands and poured herself a third serving, feeling quite pleased with herself to know that she had broken into Kaelbi's mind just like that.
Who would he trust now? The more Viola tried to feed ambitions into his mind, the further down the path of insanity and paranoia he would go. Perhaps he would even hate his own mother.
She knew fully well that what she had just done would undoubtedly result in bloodshed, however, what court was there not bathed in red?
Verinia's eyes roamed over to Viola Grandpire, who was still leeching off of Empress Lysirea's presence like a parasite. She looked at that woman like she was looking at a tumour that had to be cut out.
It was an incredibly callous look that lurked in her eyes, masked into a warmth that didn't exist by the faint glow of the bonfires.
