"Your Majesty," Eve's face paled as she stared at the Queen, who had just taken the tea from her hand. From the Queen's perspective, Eve appeared exceedingly delicate, almost alarmingly fragile. Seeing this, the Queen clenched her teeth. She had barely grasped the drink, and Eve already seemed on the verge of fainting. Just how weak was this human?
"Your Majesty…," the murmurs of the other women jolted Anya from her stupor. She swiftly handed the glass to her lady-in-waiting and calmly wiped her hand with the napkin provided by one of her servants.
"My apologies," Queen Anya said, her voice measured. "I just received news that there might be a problem with this tea… Since Princess Eve is still human, I thought it would be best not to serve it." She looked at Eve and offered a reassuring smile. "I apologize. I hope the Princess does not mind."
