You’re interrogated for hours over the death of the king. Rumours are, you know who assassinated the king. You’ve kept your mouth shut.

Then the late king’s brother came into the room, striding just as confident as a lion stalking their prey.

He poured two glasses of wine, smirking down at you.

“One of these are poisoned. The other, isn’t. Choose right and I’ll let you go. Choose wrong and I’ll only give you the antidote for the answers I want.”