She agrees to poison the king

A queen's duty is a dark and heavy weight...

Karla extended her hand with a grave look, her decision already made. "Give that vial to me, Lunnara."

"My queen, I must... I wasn't... I did not meant to..."

"Your concern moves me, but this is a time for duty."

The old woman brought her hands to her queen's and responded with teary eyes. "Your highness, you must not be tainted with this wickedness. If you want it done, If you really think it's inevitable, let it be me the one that does it. I am of much lower breed and my soul is already tainted. I will do this for you."

The queen looked back a her with a sad smile, moved by her adviser's sincerity. "You are a good friend, Lunnara, and I assure you that your advises will always be heard in my court, but this one I must dismiss. I must learn to be a leader, to you, to this people, and to my kingdom. If anyone must sacrifice her virtue for the greater good, it shall be me. Give me the vial."

Lunnara lowered her head in submission and handled the vial to the queen. Karla took the little thing in her arms and looked at it with a worried look. It shined a deep blue color, and looked dense and tasty. "A drop will be enough?" She asked to the disguised sorceress.

"It was enough for my husband... a king may be of greater resistance."

"I see."

"You must wait for you two to be alone, so that he does not look upon another woman."

"I understand." Said the queen, already on her way to the great hall, her mind already focused on her purpose. She turned back one last time to look at her friend. "I will never forgive this, my friend."

Lunnara answered only with a quiet smile to the young queen. Once she was left alone, that smile grew wider and wicker, as her unnatural eyes shined in the darkness.

"Ah, my lovely wife... where have you been all this time?" The king's question sounded true, but her eyes barely look at her wife, his interest only a formality, an act for the guest at the hall, not for her.

"Your castle is as grandiose as yourself, my lovely husband. Forgive me if I get lost in it's halls." Said Karla with comely and quiet words. Dorian barely paid attention to those, and soon he was back to his previous conversation with some of his friends at court and ignored his beautiful wife. Karla sat down on her seat, with the moody Marian by her side. Once again, her old friend looked like she was going to tell her something really important, but did not say a word. Karla didn't mind her this time, she held the vial in her tiny hands, sweating in her anticipation.

A rough voice interrupted her thoughts: one of the king's family members, a big man that wore an armor as ugly and rusty as himself, lifted his cup al spoke for all to hear. "Enough with the feast I say. It's time for the bedding ceremony!" He screamed. "Bedding! Bedding!" The whole hall answered.

What followed was a weird and terrifying thing, as the king lifted her with an effortless move and carried her to their chambers, surrounded by the cheers of everyone. It almost didn't seem real, like something that happened to another woman: to feel her strong arms suspending her like she was weightless, a crude reminder of her vulnerability and virginity, and the young queen almost wanted to cry. As they were leaving she could see the angered look in the king's sister, Isolde looked at her with venomous and dark eyes. I bet she would love to be in my position right now... but she isn't. That small victory gave her the resolve she needed.

The king's chamber was dark and huge. He drop her on top of the bed like one would drop a sack of potatoes, a lifeless thing to be consumed by his hunger. The queen found herself breathing faster, as the king started to undress himself unceremoniously, without even looking or speaking to her. Karla saw a bottle of wine on the side table, accompanied by two goblets and knew that was her chance, maybe the only one. "My lord, would you not like a drink?" She asked.

"I had enough already."

"Please? Just one more, with me...?" She did her best effort to show her most adorable face, that one that had melted the hearths of so many men, the one she had used with her brothers when she wanted to win at their childish games. I'm doing this for them, for their memory. This man barely blinked at her efforts, but he accepted the proposal. "Ok, I guess." He said as he continued his disrobing.

Karla was fast and used the fact that he was not looking to her advantage. The young queen emptied the whole vial on the king's goblet, and stirred its contents. By that time, Dorian was already naked, and she looked down on her in all her manly and terrible splendour: with her strong and muscular body, scarred by a life of brutal warfare, and her hard and proud cock pointing to her, a weapon to pierce her more than an instrument of love. He was larger and stronger that her, and Karla felt intimidated and scared, even a little repulsed. She did not feel confortable alongside this man, the killer of half of her family and so many more, a beast incapable of love or mercy. That man was going to bed her. She extended the cup with a trembling hand. By now, she did not cared whether it was a love potion or a poison. Anything to defend her from this terrible man would be enough.

Please, please, drink it!