The rival fell to his knees. “How?”
So he began. The first week brought chills and cramps. The second week, only a mild headache. By the end of the first moon, he felt nothing at all. Each month, the healer increased the dose—always just shy of deadly. mithraditism
Years passed. Kael grew strong and feared no cup of wine, no offered bread. One night, a rival lord finally slipped a lethal dose of scorpion venom into Kael’s goblet. Kael drank it dry, smiled, and asked for more. The rival fell to his knees