You clutched your stomach, trying to ignore the agonizing pain. He stared you down and continued to drink from the goblet in his hands before putting it down and walking up to you. He grabbed you by your shirt and pulled you off the ground, pushing your hair behind your ears before laying you on the bench. When seeing you in pain, he frowned, playfully, however.

“Pity that my maids poisoned you,” he mumbled, almost smirking before continuing. “Do you want the cure?”