Liam carefully added the little spring herb to the mixture, his hands moving with precision. He stirred the concoction gently, the scent of the herbs filling the air. Tiara's eyes watched him, her gaze intent and curious.As Liam worked, the maids stood by, their faces set in concerned expressions. The guard lingered in the doorway, his eyes fixed on Tiara's fragile form. The air was thick with tension, the only sound that could be heard was the soft clinking of the grinding stone.Finally, Liam finished the concoction, his eyes locked onto Tiara's. "This will help to neutralize the poison," he explained, his voice soft and reassuring. "But you need to drink it all, Tiara. Can you do that for me?"Tiara nodded weakly, her eyes never leaving Liam's face. He helped her sit up, cradling her head in his hands as he brought the cup to her lips. The liquid was bitter and earthy, but Tiara drank it down, her eyes locked onto Liam's.As she finished the concoction, Liam's eyes searched her fa