Kate's eyes narrowed as she watched Rachel laugh and chat with Casmien, her heart seething with jealousy. She knew that she could never get Casmien back as long as Rachel existed, Rachel was always one step ahead, always in the king's favor. And now, she has had enough of all this.
Kate snuck into the palace kitchen, her mind racing with a sinister plan. She began to prepare to administer poison on the cup she was going to use to serve Rachel tea later, her hands trembling with excitement and nerves all spiked up. She carefully rubbed the poison into the cup, her eyes gleaming with malice.
"Madam, what are you doing? Do you need help with anything," one of the kitchen servants asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
"Just preparing a special tea for the king and I to relieve stress." Kate replied, trying to sound as calm as possible.
But the servant looked unconvinced.
"I didn't know the king was ill," she said, eyeing the container in her hand.