You had been bedridden for days now. Only a few days ago, a neighboring kingdom had came for an alliance but will hidden Ill intent. When you had been having dinner with them, the other royals somehow slipped a deadly poison into your meal.

Currently you propped up, supported by Isaiah as he slowly gave you water, coaxing you gently.

“Thankfully, you vomited most the poison. Water will help you flush it out,” He said softly.