"Why aren't you drinking, Lady Victoria?" Alvar pressed. "Something the matter?"
He was so close to her, staring intently at her to catch every slight change in her expression. She tried her best to seem calm as she tried another for another excuse. If this one didn't work, she would have to resort to violence after all, she wasn't all that surprised about her predicament. She was going to die either way. Victoria let out a smile as she glanced at him and at the poisoned wine.
"I'm not the type to drink, King Alvar." she continued. "I grew up in a temple in Elveria, I cannot drink alcohol."
Alvar chuckled. "That's another lie, I was watching you at the ball…I saw you drink your way through several cups of wine."
