RISE OF THE CROWN PRINCESS

27. IF YOU PRICK HER, DOES SHE NOT BLEED?

"Oh, that's wonderful!"

"Thank you for doing that. I can tell that tea was the problem?"

"Yes, just now Kylie (the maid) was about to throw out the trash when she saw a stray dog licking the tea. After merely taking a few sips of it, the dog ended up coughing blood. We have taken the dog to the veterinary doctor, however, we took the tea powder as we presume there must be something in it!"

Lyra immediately hugged the maid which comes as a surprise to her.

"Thank you so much for this!"

Flustered the maid replied humbly,

"It was nothing, your highness. Anything for the royal family."

Lyra smiled at her fondly as her expression turned solemn when she turned to Solon.

"Solon, take the powder and take it to Gayle at once."

Solon nods and runs off.

Lyra then starts heading towards meeting her father.

She was walking along the inner corridors of the main palace in tranquillity; the same one where she had looked in the mirror with a slap print across her face.

Suddenly she hears whispers and murmurs like a fly's buzz that creeps into her ear.

Following the source of the noise, she ends up at an intersection where on the other side of the wall, stood Medea along with Hubris, Karen, and Wily.

"Mother, what are we going to do?"

"Time is passing by, and she will soon turn twenty."

"We can't let this happen. Not on our watch. We need to get rid of her."

Medea who was quiet spoke up as she cunningly moved her eyes,

"Now now, I heard something quite interesting. It seems that Dylan is interested in marrying that girl."

Upon hearing Dylan's name, Lyra's eyes go round. However she continues to eavesdrop,

Scoffing Karen remarked,

"He has such poor taste. It is too good that I rejected him."

"But mother, how is that good for us?"

"Think about it. What happens if she gets married to a prince from another country? She will have to go there with him. That solves our problem."

"Oh my! You are so brilliant, Mother!"

"Technically he can come here as well so it is not much of a plan."

Wily added to which the rest groaned.

"Mother, can't you give her the special tea like you're giving to Uncle?"

"It is hard. She lives in another palace."

"And we don't need to get rid of just one person. We need to get rid of two."

"I got it! We can use Anthrax!"

"What's that?"

"It's a rare special poison. Makes one feel sick and then it is not after they get better that their body stops working and they die. It has no cure and we can give it to her through everything."

"How about putting it on the door of her room or her palace?"

"We could try that."

"I have a better idea! Put it in her shoes!"

"Put what in whose shoes?"

Lyra who had just about enough of hearing them devising a plot to assassinate her and her sister, jumped into their conversation as she glared at every one of them.