Chapter 57
Chapter 57
Damn it, here goes nothing.
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“Wait! Don’t eat that!” I quickly walk over to the table, snatching away the bowl of soup in front of the envoy. “What?” The spoon he’s holding quickly falls down the table with a loud clatter and at that moment, all eyes.
were on us.
I find Camilla’s who’s about to leave. SHe smirks at me before disappearing into the kitchen.
Shit.
I feel a pair of gaze pierce through me andI turn to Alaric in silence. Those crimson orbs seemingly scrutinizing me, as though asking me, ‘What are you gonna do now?‘ I suck in a breath as I gather all the looks I’m getting.
I’m holding the bowl of soup. I took it from the dearest envoy we have right now.
One of the elders slam both his hands onto the table as he sat up, “What kind of indecency is this?” I clench my jaw before flashing a smile.
Think, Sorin, Think fast.
I look at the bowl of soup before raising my chin and looking at all of them. Look at this Alaric. See how I get out of this.
“Oh dear, I’m just…” I raise the bowl and turn it on either side as though I’m judging it. “This is pathetically plated, my Lord.” I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling but Alaric beats me to it. A scoff from the King engulfs the table and all eyes were all on him.
“I’m so sorry. You were saying?” He regains his composure and leans back onto the table as he pulls his goblet, taking a sip on it p>
I glare at him so fast the elders doesn’t notice. Fuck you, you bastard. I’m doing my best.
“What do you mean the plating is bad? I’m doing just fine,” Beta Cassian smiles, trying to ease u the awkward tension. Camilla comes back from the kitchen with another bottle of wine and a smirk I’d like to slap off of
her face when I’m done here.
Watch me burn down YOUR ladder, you stuck up
bitch.
“Oh I know, but like Luna Camilla has told me,” I turn to her, grinning and I relish at the short exchange as I watch the frown form on her face at how nonchalant I’m taking all of this.
“I don’t want even the food being sloppy and all.” i present a charming smile and turn to the envoy, Beta Cassian. “Besides, I would want the best for our guest p>
Nodding at Marg, I order, “Bring the envoy one more soup.” I smile before glancing down at the bowl. “Maybe one that’s not in a blue bowl p>
Ah, the smell of rage. I could feel it piercing through me from Camilla’s rearview.
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I pull the bowl closer to my face as I ‘inspect‘ it before letting out a short, loud gasp. Enough to stir the entire
room.
“What now?” One of the elders asked and a grin forms on my face. I meet Alaric’s crimson gaze and I know he gets off watching me play around these people like chess pieces.
Game on, you bitches.
I turn back to the table, “It smells like…” I fake some sniffing sound and gasps dramatically again, extending the bowl away from me.
“Like what p>
I turn to Camilla and i can see the beads of sweat forming on her face. What was she actually planning, poisoning the King’s envoy. Is she stupid? Does she even have a plan B?
“It smells like…“I turn to everyone laced with tension on their faces, “-hot sauce!” I yell and let out a gag That’s a lie of course. The poison was at least meticulously put. There’s no smell of it at all.
“Hot sauce? Is that it?” Everyone sighs with disappointment with their eating interrupted for a mere mishap on the ingredients put on the envoy’s soup. On my side, however, I could practically hear the breath of relief from Camilla at my sudden lie.
Not today, I suppose. This is much too low to expose her of. This is way beneath my type of revenge.
She didn’t think this was over, did she?
I’m about to turn around and hand the bowl to Marg when a very stupid voice opens again on the table, “I told you, Omegas aren’t cut out for this stuff, you know? Party–planning and all.” I hear Camilla chuckle with the other elders and I stop dead in my tracks.
“Sorin?” Marg tilts her head as my hand stopped from handing her the bowl to be brought back in the kitchen. “Sometimes, big responsibilities like this needs to be given to those actually worthy. I wouldn’t suppose I’d give a stupid soup to the guest of honor, right Your Highness p>
Oh man, she wants violence, doesn’t she?
“I’m really alright, Luna Camilla.” Cassian chuckles with an angelic air around him.
The tension in the room shifts as Alaric growls, “She’s just Lady Camilla.” he corrects him.
“My Luna is right there.” I could hear the grin in his voice knowing exactly what I’m about to do–chaos. Everyone definitely cleared their throat.
I told him not to do any claiming. Ugh.
I slowly turn and pull the bowl back from Marg, “I don’t think I’m done inspecting it, Marg. You know, to see how much hot sauce was in it.” I respond. She rolls her eyes and mumbles, “weird” under her breath before going back to Tully. I look down at the neon blue bowl in my hand. I’m holding it so hard, I think it’s gonna break.
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But it can’t. Not yet. It hasn’t served its purpose still.
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I walk back to the long table and Alaric’s eyes follow me, or my butt. Either way he’s a perverted bastard. I wink at him while he raises his brows at me. That means, everyone’s fucked and we both know it.
With a loud, interrupting voice, I appear behind Camilla’s chair.
“I suppose everyone would want to meet who’s in charge with that delicious soup!” I smile and nod at Marg and Tully to bring Rosaline here. I look down at Camilla’s gaze looking up at me and I tilt my head before bowing as though acknowledging she’s Luna.
“We’re eating, Omega.” She growls and I force a smile. “Oh, come on. I’m the host and I’m trying to do better, Luna.” I respond and no one corrects the title I use at her.
Not even the King himself.
“A few applause for Rosaline! She’s been a huge help!” hasn’t been.
Rosaline, brought by Marg and Tully, hesitantly walks to dining table and as everyone claps for her, she slowly raises her chin proudly, swallowing the confusion and just relishing on whatever it is she’s being applauded
for.
Unfortunately for her, it’s not anything good.
“You know Rosaline here, she actually especially made the soup for the envoy!” The smile on her face quickly vanish as I pull her by the wrist and onto my side as I look at everyone. I glance at her hand. She’s shaking,
Thank your little master for this.
“How about you try the soup? I’m sure I just made an embarrassing mistake thinking it has hot sauce in it! Silly me.” I grin and hand her the bowl. Her eyes, now wide and scared, stares down at the bowl.
“W–what?” she stutters and glances at her master, Camilla who’s now looking at her plate, not meeting anyone’s eyes. Yes, this is how easy she can throw you off the bus.
“Come on, just one sip. And while you’re at it, let us know what you recipe is.” I smile and push the bowl even more onto her. She still doesn’t take it and all eyes are now on us.
“What is with this commotion? Let’s just bring in another dish!” Camilla screams as she slams her hand onto the table. A smirk forms on my face but I bite my lips and look at Alaric while I do. He flashes me the most dashing smile ever, blowing me a kiss amidst the commotion.
I turn to Rosaline and she’s sweating like a pig. “You know what, it’s okay, Rosaline. I have a better idea.” I turn to the raging Camilla and I could almost laugh.
I swear, fumes of her anger are coming out of her ears.
“Can we just eat?” The sweet, oh–so–heroic envoy Cassian awkwardly suggests and his eyes dart to Alaric who shakes his head as if saying, ‘No, no. Not yet.
I stare directly into Camilla’s eyes before extending the bowl of soup onto her. The bowl of soup she
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poisoned herself.
“Why don’t you try it instead, Luna.” I smile and her eyes widen.
“W–what p>
Let’s see where this arrogance will take you, you bitch.
I meet Alaric’s gaze and smirk as if telling him, ‘you liked that p>
My stomach flutters at what he suddenly mouths,
‘Good girl.
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