"A blend that passes as harmless. It smells like peace. It's brewed for focus. It's sold openly in most circles. But the compound has one effect—one—on male omegas."
Delphina's voice didn't shake, but her posture had turned rigid. Controlled. As if every word cost her more than the last.
"It builds in the bloodstream," she continued, "quietly. Slowly. The body doesn't reject it. It doesn't raise fevers. It simply... dulls. Until it's too late."
Delphina's breath caught. She didn't try to hide it.
"I don't know if she tried anything yet," she said, her voice barely above a breath. "But she planned it for the next public event. The luncheons and tea parties outside the palace. Places where protocol stretches thin. Where the staff isn't vetted. Where the drinks are poured by people who don't know better."
She paused.
"She knows how your security works. She won't try to cross the throne directly. She'll slip something through his cup."
