As they walked through the castle halls, Arabella couldn't shake the feeling that this was more than just an invitation for tea. Queen Morgana never acted without purpose. Their last conversation still lingered in her mind, the veiled promises, the carefully placed temptations.
What did she truly want this time?
And more importantly... what would she do if Arabella refused?
Her thoughts were briefly paused when they had arrived at a room. The smell of vanilla immediately greeted her. The scent was far too strong, as if to mask the bloody and rusty scent of blood that had once sunk into the walls of the room.
Arabella's stomach twisted. The sweetness of vanilla was cloying, too deliberate, an attempt to conceal something far more sinister. It didn't take much imagination to know what had once tainted these walls. How many had sat in this very room, sipping tea with Queen Morgana, only to meet a fate they never expected? The thought made her regret stepping from Cassius's room.
