Oliver sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on Morgana, who lay beside him with her eyes closed, her long dark hair splayed across the pillows.
"Are you sure about this, Oliver?" Morgana asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Oliver picked up the bottle of high-quality alcohol that sat next to him, its contents glinting in the pale moonlight. Without a hint of restraint, he raised the bottle to his lips and took a long, deep swig. The liquid burned as it went down his throat, but he didn't flinch.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," he replied, his voice tinged with determination.
Morgana sighed and turned her head to look at him, her eyes searching his face. "This is the first time I saw a man chugging down a whole bottle without even showing any reaction. Well, looking at my current state, It's not a surprise."
