Trying to poison you.

This is the perfect chance to enact vengeance on these Pyran dogs and make them suffer as I have, Gwyneth thought bitterly, gazing coldly at his new Pyran spouse seated next to him. The grand dining hall was empty except for the two of them, lit by the flickering glow of the iron chandelier overhead. Outside the tall mullioned windows, the first light snow of winter had begun to fall.

Gwyneth's new spouse was prattling on about some inane topic, their grating voice fading to background noise in Gwyneth's ears. His hand slid discretely into the inner pocket of his tunic, fingers closing around the small vial concealed within. He had paid dearly for the colorless, odorless poison from a seedy alchemist in the city's underbelly, but it would be worth it to inflict even a fraction of the pain and loss upon Pyran that they had dealt Astria.

With serpentine speed, Gwyneth slipped the vial out and tipped its contents into his spouse's steaming tea, the liquid dissolving instantly. He slid the empty vial back into his pocket just as his spouse turned back to him.

Now you will pay for everything, he thought to himself.