"You do not like honey water?" "It's not that I don't like it; it's just that I do not want to drink it.""But you are drunk." "Not anymore," she whispered, closing her eyes and shaking her head as if that was supposed to prove something to him. "I am definitely not drunk," she added and he made a sound.He walked to her and then held her hand tightly by her wrist, so tightly that she could not wiggle her way out of it, so she just gave up. "Take this," he said, pushing the cup into her hand. "What are you doing?" "Drink this," he said. She knew that expression all too well; that was the same one that her mother carried. It was simple and all it meant was don't argue with me. She wanted to protest but to what end? She knew that she would still drink the water so why did she need to stall?"I am not drinking this because you said so," she murmured, taking the cup to her mouth; the liquid filled her mouth as she drank it. "Happy now?" she murmured, dropping the cup on the table. Sil
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