Penny hesitated before entering in. She sat beside her grandmother and clutched her dress tightly as if it would give her strength. She held in her breath when the chair screeched against the rough wood. Just how much pressure had this man put in such a simple task.
He sat on the chair and then passed the glass of milk to her.
"Trust me if I want to harm you, I have other ways than mixing poison in your drink." he explained when she looked at the milk as if she would die drinking it.
Penny's eyes widened the moment he spoke and she hiccuped.
"Hic… hick!"
"Oh dear! Your grace is a kind man. He would never hurt us." Her grandmother assured only to get a strange look from Penny. The man was already threatening them. Yet she thinks he was a good man?
