Resting her head upon Marcus’ shoulder, she discovered an anchorage as substantial as a mountain, his aura a source of unwavering support.

Her eyelids found solace in closure as she inhaled his comforting essence, eventually succumbing to slumber upon his sturdy perch.

In the twilight hours, Millie stirred, awakening to an unoccupied chamber. Donning attire, she disembarked from the bed.

Below, a cacophony of activity persisted, though her attention remained undrawn, attributing the commotion to the arrival of one of Marcus’ comrades.

Venturing onto the balcony, she gazed into the distant expanse, a tableau of unexpectedness interjecting the scene as an unannounced guest infiltrated the chamber.

“Millie, word of your poisoning reached my ears. How remiss of you to acquaint yourself with the venomous blossoms of the tripterygium wilfordii. Exercise caution in the days ahead, lest a reckoning befall you.”

intoned, her smile

Rhea had returned. Her resurgence served only one purpose: to imbue Millie’s ordeal

her reappearance was the retrieval

vitality, abruptly assumed a

heel, despite her compromised state of well-being,

Cease this charade. It was your hand that introduced the venomous pollen into my drink. Yet, alas for you, your

that imbecilic? The dosage of pollen was scrupulously measured. Had it Led to your demise, I would have inevitably found myself incarcerated. This, my dear, is but a trifling reckoning you’ve earned,” Rhea proclaimed, her arrogance steeped in a nauseating sense of self-satisfaction. Millie’s pallor

have inflicted excruciating

visage still veiled in a frosty veneer, Millie embarked on

A proclivity for violence? Let me enlighten you: Marcus is conveniently stationed downstairs. Lay

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