His mind went blank as he stared at her with his brows lifted. His lips parted. He wanted to say something but shut his lips the next second. Energy zapped through his fingers as if it would shorten his lifespan. There was no need to care; he was old. Dying soon meant resting soon.
He didn't know what to say to her. He knew the real thing—he just didn't know what lie to propose. The next second, he swallowed hard. The aura around him retracted into his body. Tilting his head to the side, he lowered himself onto the throne a few feet away from him.
"You should be aware that you've committed treason by calling me, your father, the king, a liar." His voice shook, bouncing off the walls. The palace corridors were well aware of his presence.
Imogen stood, biting her lips before finally lifti
