"The prince has been poisoned!" Gladys gasped.
"What? Who would do such a thing?" Yvonne asked, her eyes widened with a mixture of fear, and shock.
Nyx paused, her heart hammering in her chest. Prince? Poisoned?
"I do not know, the prince drank his cup of tea as usual, and boom he began to convulse, of course he was poisoned with wolfsbane," Gladys explained further.
"So you are saying there is someone who hates the prince, and wants to kill him?" Yvonne squinted her eyes.
Nyx swallowed. Hate. He was poisoned because of hate. Her thoughts began to come together. Her son hated Oberon, and wanted to kill him.
It hit her, her son had tried poisoning Oberon!
'Dear moon goddess! What has he done?' She panicked.
She bit her lips, distress clearly written on her face.
"Is something wrong Isla? You seem worried," Gladys asked with concern.
She laughed nervously, "Of course not, I was just deep in thought."
