Vivenne gestured toward the shadows of the silk drapes.
"Beatrice! Come here. Our Lady Lyssa seems to have overindulged. Take her to the west wing guest chambers—the quiet ones. Ensure she is... comfortable so no one can disturb her."
Beatrice scurried forward, her face pale, and her eyes darting between Vivienne and my empty glass. With hesitation and a cold hand, she reached for my arm.
"Come, my lady," Beatrice whispered, her voice trembling. "I'll help you. There's cold water and a soft bed just down the hall. No one will see you like this."
She is quite the actress, this one.
I looked at the 'Little Bunny' and then at Vivienne.
It was such an obvious ploy when my enemies gang up together, and there is a drugged wine included.
I knew exactly what was in that guest room.
It wouldn't be just cold water; it would be a trap. A man, a scandal, a ruined reputation—the oldest trick in the book.
