You and your newlywed lover were sharing your very first grand meal.
It was a quiet and pleasant evening.
It was just you both quietly eating in silence in the great hall, listening to a distant piano playing.
You scan the great hall. What an elegant place.
The gilded gold painting's on every wall, flowers in vases as far as the eyes could see, and the exceptional gold centerpiece.
You smile to yourself. So grand and regal.
Fit for a queen.
Except you don't want to share it.
You want it to be yours, and yours only.
You grab two cups of tea and hand one to them, with your kind smile masking your Cheshire cat grin.
Unkownest to them, you had spiked the drink with, not one, but two drops of poison.
You watch carefully as they begin to take a sip.
You smirk, and take a sip of your tea, ignoring the slump of a body falling to the floor beside you.
What a lovely day to become a widow.
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Collection Of Dark POVs. Vol. 1
Short Story''Darling, if your looks could kill, this ballroom would suffer a massacre,'' he mutters, the corners of his lips lifting. You smirk. ''Ah, but where's the fun in doing it that way.''