Chapter 155 Rain’s POV

Some poisons don’t even come in bottles. They actually live in the words that come out of the mouth. Some times it comes in whispers. And sometimes in doubt. In essence, every small word or whisper can be planted as a poison. And if there was one thing I was good at, it was poison.

Poisoning people’s mind was the easiest thing for me to do all my life. I leaned against the old stone pillar in the servants’ hall, swirling the bitter-smelling brew in my cup, ...