CHAPTER 49: GAMES WE PLAY

Queen Antionette's POV

"How are you fairing, my lady?" Phillip bowed. "Oh, I didn't see you there. Can you fetch me some chamomile tea?" I asked feeling not so well.

I'm certain it's the purple liquid I ingested to ensure Beta Vincent would never experience fatherhood again.

"I'll do one better. My grand mama would always add peppermint to our tea when we weren't feeling well. If you place a cinnamon stick on the edge,, whiskey, and a dab of honey, I assure you will sweat it out in the night," he said whipping up the tasty contraption. "You know you don't have to," I sighed laying on my side. "I want to, my lady. You've been through some awful things lately," he said with sad eyes. "I can say the same about you," I said as I looked up at him. "Lady Ruby won't speak to me. How am I supposed to believe anything?" He asked pissed off. "You're entitled to be pissed off," I reminded him. "I'm angry that she's telling others she was carrying my pup. There's no way that's true. The timeline