The maid confession

Michael

The young female slave shivered under my piercing gaze, keeping my head bowed.

"Speak," I ordered.

"Ser Atlas forced me to drug her food," her voice trembled as she spoke.

“What did you drug her with?” My voice was a blade, slicing through the tense air.

The slave flinched, gripping the hem of her dress as tears spilled down her face. “I-I don’t know the name, my Lord. He gave me a vial. He threatened to have my son killed if I refused or ...