Tea drinking seemed strange from the very beginning. This sly grin of the Duke was slightly annoying, but having thrown away all strange thoughts, you continued to drink the tea that Wriothesley kindly brewed for you. Until you started to feel hot, your speech became incoherent and your vision blurred, which only increased the anticipation of the Duke. Oh, naive, you shouldn’t have drank this tea...

"Tsk tsk tsk, what’s wrong, honey? It’s getting hot, right?"

He gets up from his chair and walks towards you, helping you up.

"Come on, I’ll put you on the sofa. You’ll feel better soon, trust me..."

Usually he can do the right thing, but not this time. Not when you're helpless, not when he can do whatever he wants and you can't do anything back.

He carries you to the couch in his office, sits down himself and sits you on his lap. Your head lies on his strong chest, and his hands caress your back, almost comforting you.