Lucida frowned at the sight of Stacy and arched a questioning brow at her. She tried to compose herself, but anger boiled inside her like scalding water.

"What do you want, Stacy?"

"Me?" Stacy asked, placing a hand on her chest.

Lucida stared at Stacy as if she was mad. Stacy had come to her room uninvited—she never called for her, thought Lucida—and now she asked her a silly question.

"No, me," Lucida replied sarcastically.

"Oh!" Stacy laughed. "I saw you turning the room upside down, and I thought you must be looking for something."

Lucida squinted at Stacy. She knew Stacy was a fox--- Lucida's eyes widened when the thought of Stacy being a fox crossed her mind.

No! She can't take it...No! Lucida thought, shaking her head.

A sinister smile crept over Stacy's face when Lucida began to shake her head.

"You're right, Cida," Stacy raised a small bottle. "I took it."

"No! Give it to me." As Lucida reached for the bottle, Stacy relaxed her grip, causing the bottle to fall and shatter on the floor.

"No!" Lucida cried as the liquid spilt onto the rug, quickly soaking in.

"It's a waste now," Stacy said with feigned pity.

"You witch!" As Lucida stepped forward to grab Stacy, Stacy sniggered, stopping Lucida in her tracks.

"You old fool!" Stacy mocked. "You poison your son, your only child just to get rid of his wife. You believe sending Hazel to the Forest Land to find the antidote will be a perfect plan to kill her."

Stacy sympathized, "It's a pity the antidote had wasted now. What will you do now, Lucida?" She looked at Lucida's flushed face, teary eyes and quivering lips.

"Now, you have no choice but to wait for Hazel’s return in two days," She smirked. "I believe in God, Cida. And I believe you do. Why can't we just pray to him, and I believe he will hear our prayers." She caressed Lucida's cheeks. "Don’t lose hope, Lucida. You wouldn’t have sent Hazel into the lion’s den if you didn’t believe in her, right?" She cocked her head.

"GET OUT!" She said through gritting teeth, pointing at the door.

"Okay, okay! I'll leave now, Your Majesty. Please don't mourn over who is not dead yet." She bowed and left the room.

Lucida collapsed to the floor, tears trickling down her chin as she stared at the liquid's patch on the rug.

"Robert…" she cried, her lips quivering. "No, no," she crawled to the liquid spot, pressing it as she tried to drain the antidote from the rug. "No!" She shouted. "Robert will not die, not yet; not now, not now."

Stacy, eavesdropping on Lucida outside the door, sneered and sashayed away.

Stacy was one of King Edward's mistresses before she married him when he impregnated her. At the time, Lucida had not given King Edward an heir. Two years after Stacy married, Lucida was pregnant. And the day Lucida had her baby, Stacy lost her son.

Lucida didn't hide her happiness about Stacy's lost child; she mocked Stacy wherever she saw her. Stacy had kept a low profile in the palace since then. After King Edward's death, Lucida had planned to send Stacy away, but Robert pleaded with his mother because Stacy had begged him, telling him she had nowhere to go--"I'm just a mistress with no home when your father married me," she had cried to him.

Only God knows how long Stacy had been craving revenge. And when she saw the opportunity the previous night in the kitchen, she had gripped it.

"Finally! After so many years," thought triumphantly.

When Sophie was preparing the King's tea, Stacy watched Queen Lucida send Sophie to her room to get her purse. Stacy, who was in the store, peeped as Lucida poured a liquid inside the tea.

On her way to her room, Stacy heard Lucida whispering to someone about poison and how she had kept the poison antidote well in her drawer.

Stacy smirked at this revelation and left for her room.

Finally, she will watch King Robert die and his mother mourn him, Stacy thought with satisfaction, listening to Lucida’s cries.

Now we’ll both suffer loss, she told herself, pleased with her revenge; and I will mock her in return-- that was Stacy's thoughts as she sashayed away.