Page 99 of The Throne's Undoing

Laurince cocked his head to the side as he observed her, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What does he have over you?"

Her eyes widened. "I--I never said--"

"You do not have to. It is written all over your face."

Myra gulped. Then, as she exhaled, she whispered, "My brother. He has my brother."

Laurince pursed his lips, the muscles in his jaw flexing. "He has my king."

Myra squirmed at the mention of King Rian.

"Did you only come here for answers?" she asked.

Laurince observed her for a moment. "Tell me this first: do you agree with what the king is doing?"

Myra looked around the cell illuminated by Laurince's torch. "If I agreed with everything the king did, I wouldn't be here, now would I?" she muttered, gesturing towards the cell around them.

Laurince shrugged. "I still don't know if I can trust you."

"Yet you came in here anyway?"

"Obviously," Laurince said, his gaze narrowed.

"Why?" Myra asked again.

He scratched the scruff covering his jawline. "I...I don't know. I guess I came here because I didn't know who else to go to."

"But you don't know me."

"You have a point," Laurince said, assessing her. "Back home, when you were with the princess, you seemed...caring, kind, honest."

Myra snorted before she could catch herself. All lies.

Laurince raised a brow. "Are you not those things?"

"It's complicated," Myra mumbled.

He hummed as if it was that simple. As if Myra hadn't betrayed everyone she cared about. Then he said, "Most things in life are complicated."

"I suppose that is true," Myra agreed bitterly. "Are you an honest, kind, and caring person, Laurince?"

"I like to think that I am." He pursed his lips and grimaced. "Then again, I was not kind to the man I stole this uniform from, nor did I care for his life."

Myra's eyes widened.

"At least I am honest," he said, lifting a shoulder before dropping it in indifference.

Myra twisted her hands in her lap. To an extent, Laurince had a point. Nor could she pass too much judgment for the wrongs he may have committed to get here. Although Myra had never killed a man or even physically harmed one, she had done heinous things during her lifetime. She wasstilldoing terrible things, things that went against all her morals.

She may have been kind, but she was not a good person. Not in the slightest.

At least Laurince wasn't pretending to be someone he was not. He never claimed to be a good person.

Her gaze swept over the cell. Too many weeks had passed inside this decrepit place. How long would the king keep her locked up? Would he ever let her go? Doubtful.

For years, Myra had looked the other way.

Enough was enough, she determined.

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