<Nicasia's POV>

"Y-yes mother, he believed the lie about you being ill," I stammer, glancing at the mirror.

My mother calls me through an enchanted mirror on the wall almost every day.

"So he proposed?" She says sternly
I feel the iciness of her tone cutting at me, even though she's not right here.

"Yes, mom," I mumble, fidgeting nervously.

She arches a chiselled brow and glares down at me through her ice blue, ladhes framed eyes, "Are you going to doubt my potion skills now?"

"No, mother.." I ball my fingers into a fist.

"Hmm.." she examines her nails, "I hope you can brew your own potions in the future," she sniffs.

"Of course, mother," I stare at my feet.

"Good. Now, I have a ball to organise, talk soon dear. Let's hope that love potion doesn't  wear off anytime soon," she purses her lips as her slim figure disappears from the glass.

As soon as she's gone, rage surges through me.

I poisoned my fiancé with a love potion...