Bab 137: The Covenant of Thralls

"Gephardt said you tried to poison him," Wren said to Nathan while watching Ruben, Nathan's butler and thrall, decanting a wine with a sweet and minty scent. The decanter was also labeled properly with a cat paw as if it were supposed to be Gephardt's wine for the snack. "Is that it?"

"He refused to taste it." Nathan hummed before spotting another plate to turn. "He thinks it's poison without realizing what I got for him."

Wren looked at Gephardt, who couldn't even hiss because Wren would hush him. The madam walked up to the table and stared at the special decanter for a closer look. She even looked like she wanted to taste it so Gephardt wouldn't find it evil.

Keagan walked inside the hall and propped Crevan in his high chair, so he could reach the table without trouble. She wasn't eyeing Wren in particular, but she had a glimpse of how Wren stared at the wine. "Wren, you're not thinking of drinking that, are you? You're not a cat."