A Further Duplicity

"I cannot be bothered by these two." Faustina exasperated, telling Lilith they should attend the crowd that was waiting for Mircea. 

"Wait!" Mircea yelled, spewing some blood whilst she tried to sit straight with Urban's help. Who had been subtly whispering about the whereabouts of the antidote he gave her. 

"You think you can sit on the throne so easily?" She tried to chuckle like Faustina did some moments ago, but failed miserably. Faustina had a bored look on her face, just like how Frey had when they were about to get engaged Mircea recalled. She frowned at the memory. 

It had taken her quite a while to understand what was actually going on. The poison in her system had numbed her brain cells, however they did not affect as much that she could die. 

After throwing up her bloody intestine, Mircea's vision and brain had gotten a little dehaze. 

"Um, yes." Lilith answered in Faustina's stead.