Violette POV
It’s been a few days since I got punished by the King. My bottom isn’t as sore, with Lillian's healing paste it seems to be doing great. Even with the silver collar keeping me from shifting along with the daily wolfsbane.. I’m healing pretty well.
“The King permitted for you to pick how you get your wolfsbane today, miss.” Ms. Beatrice said. She held in front of me a metal tray. On the left was a syringe, which is what I’ve been getting. I’ve always had a fear of them so the cup of wolfsbane-soaked water on the right looked much more appealing to me.
“I shall drink it,” I said and reached for the cup. When the smell hit my nose I swear my nose hairs burned as well as my sinuses and lungs.
“That’s goddess-awful.” I groaned.
“Ahh, just be quick about it. Might not be so bad
