poisoned
As the evening progressed, the guard approached with a tray bearing a decanter of fae wine. His movements were fluid, his expression practiced neutrality, but his sly smile betrayed a dangerous intent. With a practiced hand, he poured the shimmering, amber liquid into Illeus' crystal goblet. In a deft, near-invisible motion, he added a drop of an iridescent poison, an elixir so rare and potent it was rumored to kill even the immortal fae.
Illeus had taken the cup without hesitation, his sharp, violet eyes still locked on Lucian. Their conversation had flowed smoothly, their words courteous, though each weighed carefully. Lucian's demeanor was warm and affable, his deep laughter filling the room, but Illeus, a master of reading others, had sensed an edge to his tone,a guardedness that seemed unlike his human counterpart. The thought was fleeting, dismissed in favor of the wine's sweet aroma.