In the royal apothecary of the High Citadel, Queen Mira worked with methodical precision under the bright glow of multi-tiered oil lamps. On the marble workbench before her lay three amphorae of the poisoned wine, along with glass distillation retorts, ceramic mortars, and rows of dried herbs collected from the highlands. Beside her, Prince Caelan watched attentively, his hand gently resting upon her hip as she analyzed the toxic compound.…
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