Galangal's voice was harsh as she awaited my response.
"Well?" She shot me a glare. "Will you do the job? Hm?" I nodded, and Hyssop tossed me a small bag, which I caught. Opening the bag, I see several packets.
"What are these?" I ask, and Galangal gave me a sinister smirk.
"Potent sleeping draughts," Her smirk grew wider. "If a person were to ingest them..." She didn't finish the sentence, but I knew what she meant.
"Who are these meant for?" I stare up at her curiously. Galangal's glare darkens.
"I'm sure you know who these are for," She replies, and I nod, leaving the room, ready to exact the plan.301Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwx10c4q7nr
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"What's this?" I look up from fixing the centerpiece at the source of the amused voice. The king is younger than I expected, his cat-like yellow eyes watching me curiously. I curtsy, dipping my head respectfully.
"I made some tea if Your Highness will stay and...chat with one of his loyal subjects," I continue, and he nods, taking a seat. I pour him a cup of tea, pick it up, and go to another area, hidden from view.
"What're you doing?" I hear his voice, curious, as I tear open one of the packets, pouring it into the cup.
"I'm..." I frown to myself, thinking of what to say next. "Adding...sugar to your tea, Your Highness," I reply, repeating the process, just to be sure the plan would go smoothly. I return, setting the cup in front of him. I watch as the king picks up the cup, and drinks the sleeping draught-laced tea. He sways in his seat, struggling to sit up straight. 301Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡemLI3QJPZi
"Your Highness?" I stand up, feigning concern, walking over to him. "Are you alright?" He gets up, albeit very unsteadily, and I go to support him.
"I think you need to rest, Your Highness," I lead him back to the table. He doesn't resist, a good sign, meaning the sleeping draught's taking effect. I sit him back at the table, and it isn't long before he succumbs to drug-induced sleep.301Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQIzkwIwTcV
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After a long wait, I make my move. I carefully carry the king out of the castle under the cover of darkness, making my way to a carefully concealed carriage. I set him down in the back of the carriage, and cover his sleeping form with a blanket. Going to the carriage's front, I grab the reins and get the horse moving, leaving the castle, and the council behind. I hear the king mumble something, probably lost in a heavy, drug-induced sleep fog. 301Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc9Ua7hBEZT
"Sleep tight, Your Highness," I whisper, with a small smile. "And sleep deeply, when you awake, you'll be in a new place."
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