MSG - Volume 2 - Chapter 78: Would I Have Made A Good Actor?
"Oh, and by the way… the food is poisoned."
It took only a moment for Ivayne to comprehend what he had said.
The sight of her facial expression morphing from one of confusion to doubt and then realization that she had heard right and her King was not joking would have been peak comedy if recorded and rendered into slow motion.
She looked down at her plate and then back at Solon before opening her mouth in an attempt to spit out what she had just shoved into her mouth but that served as the trigger for the plantain to go down her throat.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!" she was quite stunned, trying to get herself to throw it up and out of her system.
He maintained an impassive expression as he sent her another message directly to her head, his tone overly casual like he had just told her that her laces were untied;
"Don't worry. It is not a fatal one."