After I took a sip, I realized that it was poison. The supposed wine had an unusual bitterness, to potent to bear. My mouth began to tingle, and I knew my face was soon to follow, but there was nothing I could do. I tried to move my mouth to verbalize the feeling pulsing through my veins, but the words wouldn’t come. I raised my arms to signify to King Charles that something was amiss. “What is wrong my darling?” He replied. I motioned towards my throat but before he could read my message my arms went limp and Charles rushed towards me knocking his jewel adorned chair to the floor in the process. The servants rushed to his aid trying to erect his chair for him but his focus was directed towards me. At this point, standing was out of the picture and everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. The dinner guests looked around in horror, trying to spot the one who would dare to harm their queen. There, slipping around the corner, I saw her. It was only a glimpse from my peripheral vision, but I recognize that woman. Her flowing black hair was the perfect contrast to her fair skin. The other night, I had been wondering back to the royal chamber when I saw the same woman trying to access the quarters after curfew. I had sent her off and told her to report to the chief servant of the palace but now that I think about it, she is too lovely to be a servant. She must of been married to some handsome fellow from the village, but then why was she at the palace? Then, I understood. Charles had been awfully distant lately and the lady wasn’t supposed to be in the dining hall at this time. Now, as my vision began to blur, I knew she had poisoned me for the king. At least I wouldn’t have to live my life unaware of Charles’ betrayal. Then, the world faded into an endless void of blackness.