|Mirrielle Elizabeth Rivantroz|
“Slowly, Elizabeth,”
It was too late for Queen Isabel to stop me from downing the remaining amount of my wine. And after a few seconds, I gulped the last drink inside my mouth as I put down the goblet on the table. I inhaled a deep breath and looked at my side, where a servant is standing with a decanter in her hand.
“Another one,” I said.
“Elizabeth,” The Queen’s voice rang into my ears. I bit my lower lip and turned in her direction. Her concerned expression greeted me, and she even move her chair a bit closer to mine.
“I heard you just turned twenty-one last month, Elizabeth. Are you really used to drinking alcohol this much?” she asked and glance at my goblet when the servant finally poured me another drink.
“My queen, do you also want me to po
