"That night, when the Count made a mistake, I saw the Countess pour the drug in the wine she brought to the Count. I feigned ignorance since it wasn't my business anymore. But rumors circulated among the maids when the morning came that someone saw the Count leave Dorothea's room. I was confused at first, and thankfully, I had kept a small amount because I thought it was poison. I had it checked and found out it was an aphrodisiac."
"An aphrodisiac? It seems like the Countess was desperate," one of the nobles whispered.
The Count glared at Countess Reeva, "How dare you blame me when it was your fault in the beginning!"
"Shut up, Percival. It was your fault for neglecting your wife. Just because I couldn't produce you an heir, you start being indifferent to me!" Countess Reeva yelled. "It was your fault!"
