[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: I'M LEAVING ~ JUNGHEUM BAND]
Almaria picked up the chamomile tea that still had steam rising from it, brought it close to her lips, and blew on it. After taking a sip, she scrunched up her face in disgust.
"Who served this tea?" She turned to ask the maid standing to the side with her head bowed.
"It was the head eunuch himself, Queen Dowager," the maid replied, her head still bowed.
"Get him here," Almaria ordered, pushing the tea cup away and picking up a piece of cloth to dab her lips gently.
When Felipe arrived, he knew very well why the queen dowager had sent for him. He walked straight into the room and bowed.
"Felipe, did you get my message wrong the last time? I told you to make sure it is Kitanna's servant who brews my tea."
"What in the name of the gods is this? Did you dip your hands in horse dung and mix it with honey? Are you looking for me to perish?" Almaria asked bluntly.
