“Given the circumstances, everything looks as well as it could be. You’re on the road to a good recovery, my Queen.” The physician tells me, taking a step back from the bed I was sitting on. “Wolfsbane poisoning is hard to recover from, and it is even harder when it’s been done to you for years.”
Years.
That’s how long I’ve been poisoned.
By a poison that wasn’t even easy to obtain.
I remember my lessons from before. How ironic that my lessons in poisons and assassinations were taught by my father, the same person that has been poisoning me.
Wolfsbane is one of the few weaknesses that werewolves have. The plant is impossible to come by or grow as it was all burned away and outlawed by the previous royals. It specifically targets the werewolf part of us, acting as a suppressor to our
