Drink this in, my dirty queen said. She took the goblet and handed it to me. The wine was as red as the rubies in her cheeks and flecked with the gold from her irises.
There's ice in this, I said, eyebrows furrowed. Questioning! Why is there ice in my wine?
Those are diamonds! she exclaimed. Drink and sit on my throne.
Your throne? I repeat. Next to you?
With me, she said all certain but not meeting my eyes. Hers were too busy counting the rings on her fingers.
I took the goblet to my mouth and gulped down every drop. Diamonds sat on the bottom of it, and I took my place beside my queen. Her butterfly lips landed on my ear and my eyes fluttered shut like stilled wings.
Poison, poison, poison.
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