Preminger entered the room where the Queen was staying. Genevieve lay on the bed.
Preminger walked to her, and the Queen opened her eyes.
"Hello, dear," Preminger said.
"Preminger?" Genevieve sounded weak. "What did you do?"
"Oh, I just added something to your drink," he answered, and took out a bottle of poison.
"What is it?" the Queen asked, terrified.
"Only poison," Preminger said with a smirk. "Unfortunately, you didn't take enough of it to die."
He opened the bottle.
"But now you'll get enough."
"No, Preminger," Genevieve begged. "Please, don't."
But Preminger didn't listen to her. With one hand, he held the Queen still, and with the other one, he poured the poison into Genevieve's mouth.
The Queen tried to move away, but Preminger held her still.
Genevieve swallowed, and the poison was gone.
"That's a good girl." Preminger let go of her.
"You'll never get away with this," the Queen said.
"Oh, I already have," Preminger said. "Goodbye, my dear. I'll see you on your funeral."
He walked out of the room contentedly.
Erika saw Preminger leave the Queen's room. She hurried in there to see the Queen.
"Your Highness!" Erika saw the Queen laying on her bed, and ran to her.
"Are you alright?"
"Erika?" Genevieve's voice was so quiet, Erika could hardly hear it.
"It was Preminger," the Queen whispered.
"What?"
"He poisoned me..." Genevieve's eyes closed.
