On the day prince was poisoned in the past,
The grand hall buzzed with laughter, soft music, and the clinking of goblets as nobles gathered for the crown prince's return feast. Gilded chandeliers lit the marble floors in a golden glow. Seraphina stood quietly near the edge of the room, her hands clasped tightly together, her eyes scanning every movement, every servant, every tray of wine.
Her heart thudded painfully in her chest.
She'd checked the poison shelf twice that morning. A vial was missing. And now, she had a sinking feeling it was meant for this moment.
A tray of goblets passed by her, carried by a trembling servant. Seraphina caught the scent—sweet, almost floral. Her eyes widened.
She didn't react observing from the corner.
It's not like she don't want to stop her but she can't afford to explain it.she just can't tell the future, because no one will believe her.
A murmur rippled through the crowd—His Highness had entered.
The Crown Prince.
Tall, commanding, with midnight-blue hair that curled gently at the ends, he walked into the hall dressed in deep navy robes trimmed in silver. As he approached the center of the room, the servants prepared to offer him the ceremonial first toast.
As he drink the wine he fell on the ground with blue lips and twisted veins.
Everyone startled.
But,seraphina didn't hesitate for even a split second, because not only prince but her whole family was in danger,she rushed through the crowd and pour the antidote she prepared into his mouth.
Everyone stared.
"What is the meaning of this?" one noble barked, clearly scandalized.
As she pored it, prince gained his senses back.
But Seraphina didn't flinch. She stepped forward and bowed deeply before the prince. "Your Highness, someone tried to poison you. That wine was poisonous."
The prince's expression remained unreadable, but his sharp eyes locked onto hers. "And who are you to make such a claim?"
"I'm Seraphina vale ," she said, raising her eyes. "I study poisons and their antidotes. I recognized the scent immediately."
Whispers filled the air. Poison. Assassin. Vale.
Guards moved in, but the prince raised a hand.
"Leave us."
The hall emptied quickly, leaving only the prince, a few high-ranking aides, and Seraphina standing amid the shattered glass.
He stepped closer to her. "Seraphina vale…" he repeated slowly, as if tasting the name. "I've heard that name before."
She held her ground. "Probably from your records. My family once served the palace."
The prince studied her in silence, eyes narrowing just slightly. Then he turned, speaking more to himself than to her.
"You saved my life today. But I wonder… what makes a girl trained in poison show up at the exact moment one is used against me?"
Seraphina's spine stiffened. "If I meant to harm you, I wouldn't have saved you."
He turned back, his tone shifting—less suspicious now, more curious. "You're either a very clever liar… or exactly who you claim to be." His voice dropped lower. "And I intend to find out."