"That's a very heavy accusation you're making, Ralph," Orion said, his tone severe. "Do you have any proof?"
"Your guess is as good as mine, but I can swear on my life I only felt the effects after ingesting both cups of tea," Ralph confessed. "Is this the first time that she made you something to drink?"
"...No, she made it often," Orion huffed out, a furrow growing on his forehead. He had a faint, hazy impression of two tea cups on a tray, and the sharp burst of flavor on his tongue. Elowyn had loved to make him tea.
But he couldn't remember what happened after he drank it.
Meanwhile, Soleia could only huff at the confirmation, her eyes trailing down his body. Orion must have been incapable in bed, for Elowyn to resort to drugging so often. She wondered idly what happened to his nether regions― were they trampled over by an errant horse, or did an enemy soldier stab him right where it hurt?
