After Mirelle left Circe's chambers with the cup of unfinished tea, she went on with her day as she usually did, throwing herself into her duties so she could complete her assigned chores without delay. She smiled and interacted with the other staff whenever she could, as she was oddly fond of doing, keeping her demeanor calm and relaxed. She made certain to appear as she always had so as not to draw even the slightest suspicion to herself.
After all, the dried herbs she had slipped into Circe's morning tea would only show any noticeable effect if the princess was with child and there was still a chance that she was not. If Circe was not pregnant, then the herbs' effects would be limited solely to preventing conception.
Mirelle would benefit either way.
