"And I suppose next you are going to tell me that it's blood?"
"It is indeed. It's Sir Christian's blood. Consume it if you must. Or do not. Neither Maximus nor I will force it upon you."
"And if I don't?"
"It's simple. You will consume it or you will perish. Those are your choices. But I admit: As I call Sir Christian my Lord, I hope that I shall soon call you my Lady." The Emissary opened the door of the bed chamber and left.
He was right about the mirror. Amelia didn't have a reflection. The small amount of light in the room was unbearable. She saw much better in the darkness. And the pitcher did contain a small amount of fluid that seemed to be blood. She couldn't resist it, and she swallowed it all.
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