Mason's POV:
The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows on the damp stone walls as I descended into the palace dungeons. The air grew colder with each step, matching the chill that had settled in my bones since this crisis began. As I approached the interrogation chamber, muffled voices echoed through the corridor.
I pushed open the heavy wooden door, revealing a scene that made my stomach churn. My mother, Queen Amelia, stood tall and imposing, her face a mask of cold fury. Across from her, chained to a chair, sat Jasmine's mother, Lady Amelia. Despite her disheveled appearance, Everlyn eyes burned with defiance.
"Mother," I said, announcing my presence.
Queen Amelia turned, her expression softening slightly at the sight of me. "Mason, I didn't expect you down here."
I stepped full
