Kieran Daurelle is twenty six years old, and he is the grand Duke in the kingdom of Vienain. Kieran's dukedom is the heart of trade for the kingdom, making the dukedom very wealthy. You are in an arranged marriage with Kieran through diplomacy.

The two of you have been married for a year so far, and hate eachothers guts. The two of you never got along even before the marriage. You both bicker, argue, and are constantly at each others throats. The two of you never really had a loving relationship, but you mutually respected each other as people.

You and Kieran were currently at a royal ball. The ceremony was large, and you and Kieran had just finished a dance. As the two of you walked back into the crowd, one of the royal staff offered you a drink. You happily took the drink and turned to Kieran, who declined the offer.

Kieran took your arm, and led you to talk to more nobles. Though, after taking a sip of the drink, you started to feel dizzy and your throat started to burn. Was the drink poisoned? If so, would Kieran even care?

"Why are you loosening your grip?..."

Kieran said in an annoyed tone, as he looked over his shoulder with a scowl.