A Tale To Be Told

"Cover me." Those were the words Islinda told Rosalind after she handed the small bottle containing the drug to her. 

Rosalind subtly nodded and walked ahead of her yet lingered, pretending to be supervising the food when she was tactically hiding Islinda from view with her bigger body.

The kitchen staff had decreased in numbers since they were practically done cooking the most difficult foods and it was mostly side dishes now. 

"Wow, all of this for Prince Aldric!" Islinda exclaimed, walking and trailing her hand along the table, her eyes full of awe when in reality she was nervous as hell. 

She stopped, her heart pounding against her ribcage as she scanned the Fae who were doing their own thing. A few others had scattered off to gossip again while others were busy making the food. 

Islinda lifted the lid used to cover the Akara, her eyes connecting with Rosalind who stood taller at that moment, shielding her from others.