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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 harboring

served only one purpose: to imbue

for her reappearance was

restored to its former vitality, abruptly assumed a frigid

heel, despite her compromised state of

that introduced the venomous pollen into my drink. Yet, alas for you, your endeavors have yielded nothing. I stand unscathed.” Millie’s voice dripped with disdain

her discourse, Rhea pivoted with haughty audacity. “And so what if it were me? Do you presume me to be that imbecilic? The dosage of pollen was scrupulously measured. Had it Led to your demise, I

punishment indeed. In solitude, it could have inflicted excruciating torment upon Millie,

a frosty veneer,

lips curled into a sneer. “What’s this? A proclivity for violence? Let me enlighten you: Marcus is conveniently stationed downstairs. Lay a finger on me, and I