Later that day in the region of Elfedon...
"WHAT IS THIS?!"
Katherine's voice echoed off the tall walls of her bedroom, followed by the shattering sounds of aluminum trays and ceramics.
The maid dropped to her knees before Katherine — seated at the foot of her bed, her black orbs narrowed at her trembling maiden, soaked in the liquid of what had been served to her.
"Was that vomit supposed to be consumed by me?" Wrath laced her voice.
The maid whimpered with her head dropped to the floor.
The pricking sensation of the hot tea dripping from her soaked attire began to cool slowly, but her shoulders shivered in fear of what her lady might decide to do to her.
"How many times have I told you that I like my tea SWEET!"
The sole of Katherine's shoe stomped on her head like she were an insect, earning painful grunts from the maid who dared not raise her head.
"I— I... F- Forgive me, My Lad—"
"SHUT UP!"
