Moira held her breath when the servants left the king alone, her crimson hair had begun to curl from the steam escaping up into the vent she was hiding behind in the ceiling, little wisps curled up into her eyes making her have to raise a hand to push them away. Moira's blue eyes were focused on Vasileios, scanning over the kings back and the Asharian women felt her head pick up speed.

The hidden women remembered the strength that had overpowered her that night... it had been frighting, she had been sure that her life was going to end that night a week ago. Yet here she was, hidden in the ceiling getting ready with her second assasination attempt, this time with her home made poisons... she just needed to wait for the white haired king to get into the bath, the more steam that rose the harder it was for her to make out a clear image of where he was. Moira could still Vasileios' outline among the steam as she waited, quietly opening her bag of poisoned salts.

Pushing some crimson curls out of her blue eyes again Moira slipped her green bath salt out of the bag, the paralyzing one...she was both glad and slightly regretting her choice of hiding spots.... her cheeks were getting flushed as the area around her began to get more warm the more steam that rose up into the space, the bath salt between her gloved fingers was no bigger then a marble, yet it packed a punch once introduced to water.

Her gloved fingers held the small marble sized ball a inch away from the vent she was hovering over, her eyes trying to find the best place to let the little green ball fall, though her eyes kept flickering over to the undressed king's silhouette. Her cheeks burned again remembering the small glimpse she had gotten of his uncovered body. It had been a long while since she had slept with someone...she shook her head, pushing the thoughts from her head and causing more red curls to fall into her face.