She knew what was wrong. Magnus would never harm her. The fear she felt wasn't the fear of her life, the fear stemmed from a tell tale sign of Magnus's anger to himself. She immediately grabbed the poison and pulled it from his hand but his tight and firm grip was too difficult for her to go against, causing for her hand to stay still as it was being grabbed by his fingers. She pursed her lips, her eyes in panic as she shook her head.
"What kind of crazy idea have you entertained in that handsome head of yours?" She pulled her hand again trying as best as she could to no avail. "No one is drinking any poison!"
"But you did three days ago," Magnus's face was full with the explosive sign of his disappointment. "Do you really think that I wouldn't do the same if you leave me to go die?"
"I didn't leave you to go die, Magnus," she sighed, "I had done it because it was to protect both of us."
"You died as a result and you still think it was to protect us?"
