Phoebe's POV
When I heard my father's words, I couldn't pinpoint exactly what I felt—maybe just an emptying sensation, like something vital had been carved out of my chest. I forced down the bitter taste in my mouth and turned away.
Maybe someday we'd speak again. But right now, I had to conserve whatever strength I had left for one more visit.
"You can't see him, my queen. He's too dangerous—a war prisoner," Samuel protested the moment he figured out who else I planned to visit in the dungeons.
"Did you chain him with silver?" I asked the guard stationed there.
The guard's eyes went wide hearing my voice—it had been ages since I'd spoken to any of them. He quickly pulled himself together and answered respectfully.
"Yes, my queen. Silver chains."
Samuel still wasn't backing down. "We should inform the king about this."
"Go ahead." I didn't even pause.
