Tea Time Murders
I sat across from the woman who had raised me and smiled fondly at her, as she placed a cup of tea in my fingers. I was the crown princess, and the only child that my mother was told she would ever bare. However she defied odds and now was expecting a son. I smiled at her as I drank. “I’m afraid you're no longer inheriting the throne” she stated. “Poison?” I asked calmly. She nodded. I smiled fondly at my mother one last time. “I’m afraid neither will your son” I replied as she finished her tea.