Phoebe's POV
I made my way to the dungeon, and every warrior there froze when they spotted me. Samuel and Justin quickly stepped forward, explaining why I'd come.
"But we need the king's permission... I'm not sure it's wise to let you enter, my queen," the guard stammered, shooting nervous glances at Samuel and Justin.
They'd all heard what had happened to my personal warriors. They'd barely escaped Perry's fury because I'd begged for their lives. But these guards? They were just foot soldiers—the lowest rank. They knew I wouldn't plead for them the way I had for Samuel and Justin.
I got it. I assured them they could report this to Perry if they wanted, then pushed past them toward the dungeon.
After some back-and-forth and Samuel's reassurances, they finally let me through to see Cameron.
He sat in the same grimy cell, looking like hell. Dirty, hollow-eyed, broken.
I'd never pictured my father like this. He used to be so put-together, always pristine. Now he reeked.
