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 name 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 gruesome 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 metallic stench was so overpowering that even passersby could smell it from the streets.
Flynn had been the voice of reason, reminding me that I couldn't slaughter my own people indiscriminately.
