Perry’s POV
Timothy wasn’t wrong when he called my current state madness.
After regaining control from the attack, I had systematically eliminated every na on that list. The spies who had burrowed so deep into the royal foundation were now nothing but corpses.
Those who dared plot my downfall found their heads mounted on spears outside the palace fortress.
The grueso display sent shockwaves through the people. My reputation for brutality was one thing—witnessing it firsthand was entirely different.
The gap between hearing stories and seeing reality created a massive impact. Whispers of my insanity spread like wildfire through the kingdom.
Terror gripped the citizens as the palace reeked of blood once again. The tallic stench was so overpowering that even passersby could sll it from the streets.
Flynn had been the voice of reason, reminding that I couldn’t slaughter my own people indiscriminately.
I didn’t want to hear his lectures, but I restrained myself. I only killed those whose nas appeared on that damned list.
Blood soaked the palace floors for days. Citizens cowered in fear while the families of traitors abandoned the capital, leaving behind everything to escape my wrath.
Through it all, I never once visited Phoebe. I was too consud with executing those around .
After ten days, Timothy finally reached his breaking point. He found in the forest, watching my wolves feast on enemy flesh. My expression remained unreadable.
The warriors nearby stood rigid with tension.
They’d grown pale after witnessing days of such cruelty. Even though they weren’t the ones being punished, sothing about watching torture the traitors before their final monts affected them deeply.
They’d even caught smiling with genuine pleasure at my enemies’ suffering.
"Perry," Timothy called out. He approached carefully while the wolves tore into their al, creating sickening sounds.
Timothy made a conscious effort not to look at what those creatures were doing. He still couldn’t understand how I remained unfazed by such a sight.
I didn’t acknowledge Timothy’s presence, but I didn’t drive him away either—a promising sign.
"When will you visit Phoebe?" Timothy positioned himself beside . "She woke up two days ago."
Timothy had already inford of this developnt.
Initially, Timothy assud I avoided seeing Phoebe during her coma because the sight would be unbearable, especially combined with losing the baby.
I must know that everything happened because of my fault—my pride prevented from controlling my anger and trying to understand the situation instead.
Phoebe shared bla for her betrayal too.
But things could have ended differently.
"Perry..."
"Did she ask for ?" I cut off Timothy’s words without shifting my attention from the wolves, though he could sense my emotional turmoil through our bond.
I’d been hiding behind my anger this entire ti, but ntioning Phoebe’s na cracked that mask.
"No," Timothy answered honestly. He refused to lie to . "But honestly, she hasn’t spoken to anyone about anything."
Phoebe had shut down completely—a hollow shell of herself. She was breathing and alive, but sothing inside her had died.
"Then there’s no need for to see her."
"Perry, don’t be an idiot. You’re only torturing yourself and her. There’s no point punishing her when she’s already lost her baby."
"I’m not punishing her," I said after a long silence. "She’s better off not seeing ."
"What do you an?" Timothy’s brow furrowed. He couldn’t grasp my aning, and I didn’t feel like explaining further.
Flynn refused to help with this situation—he’d never liked Phoebe.
anwhile, Caron had returned to the dungeon once his condition stabilized. For so reason, I’d held back from killing him when I’d eliminated all the other traitors.
"Perry?"
"Leave, Timothy. I don’t want to discuss this."
I tossed an arm toward the wolves as they chewed their feast contentedly.
The blood stench and crunching sounds from those beasts made Timothy visibly sick.
"You’re not well, Perry. You need to visit her. You used to get like this when you couldn’t see her for extended periods." Timothy referenced the tis when I beca completely unbearable during days without seeing Phoebe.
With my current dark mood, my violent tendencies had escalated trendously.
I remained silent, not even acknowledging Timothy when he left to visit the infirmary again.
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Phoebe’s POV
My room was still being repaired after Perry had destroyed it during his rage.
The sa destruction had befallen the king’s bedroom—there was now a massive hole in the wall.
So I remained in the infirmary, where it was more convenient for Marcela to monitor my condition.
"Phoebe," Timothy called out. Marcela wasn’t present—she must have stepped away to prepare so concoction.
But as he moved closer to my bed, the sll of blood hit him. My blood!
The palace had been saturated with that nauseating sll for days, so it hadn’t occurred to Timothy that this blood was mine until he got close enough to see what was happening.
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