The thought was disturbing and vile.
I drank straight from the bottle, the warm liquid burning its way down my throat.
This was not how I expected my day to go.
Does this mean that there was a possibility that I was under a spell? That's why I couldn't move on, and didn't see the signs of Yasmine's betrayal?
But if I truly was, wouldn't the spell be broken now that she's been exposed? Wouldn't it be gone, and the effects wear off?
A guard walked into the room, and informed me that everyone was gathered at the throne room.
I placed the bottle back and followed him.
Once there, I stood in the center, and watched as Yasmine was thrown on the floor in front of me.
She had her wrists and legs chained and her mouth was gagged. Her head was bowed, and her eyes were red with tears.
"Bring
