"I will have some milk and honey sent to Gwyn's room tonight," said Toria. There was nothing unusual about the request, as it was one of the few things Gwyn could be fed in her current state.
She frowned at the idea that her uncle and aunt were determined to believe it was the plague. While it was a preferable idea...surely they had at least considered that something more sinister could be at play? Then again, they were of the north. While it would be naive to think that nobody ever schemed to take power in the north, poison was not a commonly used tactic in the north. Toria suspected this was due to both northern sensibilities, as well as poison being in short supply up north.
"I think that Uncle William deserves to know that his children may be targeted in order to strike at him," she said. Her uncle was intelligent, but perhaps not as aware of the dark underbelly of politics as he needed to be.