TEMPEST

Some place, an hour later:

"Your mother has been poisoned."

The beautiful woman looking out of a gigantic window was spoken to by her friend.

"Poisoned? How is that possible?"

She asked, turning around to glance at her friend, her face ashened in worry.

"I don't know. She had fell to the floor, after the meeting with the council some minutes ago. They are attending to her." Her friend stated, but she shook her head.

"But who could have done this, Ketura?" She asked, clasping her hands together as she walked majestically away from the window to a stool across that station.

"Nobody knows. But they suspect your sister." Ketura replied, walking to meet her at her newest position.

"I have to go then." She replied, furrowing her eyebrows.