Chapter 14
A chance has come my way, I see, a chance to take the dear prince's life away. With a smirk the dark elf lifted the wine goblet with deft fingers. It shall be so simple to kill him here. So many witnesses who shall see nothing at all… at least until the dear prince has fallen so ill none of their supposed cures would possibly work!
But it's not as if they know the cure for what will soon ail him, after all. He will die so quickly, but first… Ah. First. The thought was savored as was the rich bouquet of the dark wine for a long moment. First all the strength shall seep from his limbs, making him lose that vitality that makes him so beloved by all the land. He will be as helpless as a child, unable to move on his own, until even breathing and pushing blood through his veins is too much work, too much trouble. Then his life shall cease, carried away so simply. The wine was sampled, rolled over the tongue to fully taste its bitter sweetness. As simply as wood-elves consume wine, and humans consume ale.