Phoebe's POV
"I heard her screaming from outside, but since I lacked permission to enter the room, I didn't check." The warrior dropped his head, exposing his neck in complete submission.
I couldn't process what I was hearing. How could he speak such lies without even a flicker of hesitation? The bastard was lying straight to the king's face, not even a twitch betraying his deception. How could he do that?
I stared at the warrior, stunned. "He's lying! He's lying! Reginald was here!" The words tore from my throat, rage consuming me. My blood felt like fire, my chest tight as I struggled to breathe, trying desperately to make Perry understand, but my words tumbled out in a jumbled mess. The king's sharp gaze cut through me like ice.
"He lied! Please! He lied!" I kept repeating myself, but even to my own ears, I sounded unhinged, especially with the warrior standing there silent, letting me unravel.
The warrior looked at me with pity, and that look made my fury explode.
