Camilla wait cease this your highness. The drink have been poisoned. Pardon tis obscene form. But someone has tampered with nights drinks seems potion of conception. Some of the kitchen maids mysteriously fell ill earlier and I tested the food to see if I could excise the poison. Thereupon was stricken for cravings of pickled good and swelling of my abdomen I knew a more foul magic is afoot. Someone wishes to accuse you of philanderous behavior with the wives of the nobleman’s