Eliza hums as she gently pets her son's head, which she lays on her chest, she looks down at his eyes, they were clear, too clear for her liking. Eliza then reached down her skirts and secretly pulled out a vile of red liquid and poured it into a wine glass "Oh my dear Emperor, you look so parched, here, drink up darling" Eliza said gently tipping the glass into her son's mouth, obviously it was poisoned but it wasn't a lethal poison. Eliza may want to stay Empress, but that doesn't mean she wants to kill for it, but she still wants it "There, better, my Emperor? Mommy needs you nice and delirious so that she can stand in for you at the senate house" Eliza said sweetly despite making her intentions incredibly clear