"You can drink it now. You must bear with the taste. It is a bit…bitter," Mary added after William spat out some of the tea. "It is not something I usually make, but if you want it to work, you must drink all of it."
William set the cup down for a moment. He didn't like the taste of the tea.
It was repulsive, but he was desperate to have another son.
William watched as Mary easily sipped on her tea. "Your tea smells better. Did you prepare different teas?"
"You said you didn't like tea as I made it for myself, so I made your tea to suit your taste. Should I give you mine? I thought you would have been able to bear with the one I made for you. I shall drink your-"
"No, no," William waved off Mary.
If Mary could drink his tea with ease, then there should be no issue for him.
William drowned the tea, enduring the horrible taste that followed. If this was what it took for him to have many boys, then he would drink it every morning.
