Courting death is never easy. There are too many variables, the what ifs, the whens, though, it was more simple with the whys. To craft something to do harm to another is a matter of distilling, filtering, blending. To administer such a thing though was of a more delicate nature. Subtlety was needed, sometimes requiring individuals to turn a blind eye by having their palms greased with silver, all the better if their views matched your own, no silver required. When matters become complicated is when the heart becomes involved, emotion.
Her lover laid in her bed, his colour almost as it should be, his pulse stronger, his appetite returning,his strength returning, although his breathing suffered. This was an act of retaliation, though she doubted the given motive. The man who had poisoned him was so cocksure, arrogance oozing from every pore of his body, his claim was that he was a spurned man, losing to another, which is why the poisoned gift was sent her lovers way. The parting words chilled her, for he claimed he would find another woman to lavish attention on.
Anger, hate, urgency coursed through her as she ran to her home, and she was too late. Her lover had consumed just a little of the poisoned goods, but a little was all it took. Things moved quickly, his symptoms frighteningly so as she administered every possible thing she could think of that would purge the poison from his body, punishing it in essence, anything to cleanse him. Then she would have to wait. With every passing moment, her hatred grew. Was this penance for Frankburns fate? Was it indeed because the man had felt something for her? She did not know, nor did she care, if either of her acts led to her lovers fate, then there would be retribution. Her lover would not stop her, for as before, he would be at her side and she knew this. They were as one, of like mind, a partnership.
She notified the son of his fathers act, she also made it clear to him that should the man cross her path first, she would claim him. A woman normally so clinical in her dealings, felt hatred and vengeance, something that gnawed away at her innards, allowing her no peace. It had been a good while since she felt such a way, thinking such times could be forgotten, that her life could start anew. She was wrong.
