Hours had passed since the Byzantine Princess had poisoned her brother, and by now the man was showing symptoms. His muscles cramped and spasmed, while he sweated up a storm. After a few hours, vomiting became a frequent occurrence, and the prince was left alone in his room as a dying man.
However, just when the man thought he would enter the afterlife without his family being the slightest bit aware, the door to his room crept open to reveal a curvaceous purple haired beauty who had a wicked smile on her face. She spoke to the man in a mocking tone, as if feigning her worry.
"What's the matter, big brother? Aren't you feeling well?"
When Decentius saw this, he wanted to scream at the girl with all the hatred in his heart, but only vomit came from his mouth. When Honoria saw this, her wicked smirk settled into one of calm wrath as she listed the symptoms the man was enduring in a taunting manner.
