SAMANTHA
With Finnian's testimony, King Lionel took my words as gospel.
His fury ignited, and he turned on Molly with a venomous tongue. "You fool! Those sex slaves are nothing; they could never threaten your standing. Why did you stoop so low and tarnish yourself with such a blunder?"
"I..." Molly, trembling with fear, crumbled under King Lionel's wrath. Tears streamed down her face as she stammered, "I... I despise Samantha. Ever since she set foot in the palace, she's captivated all the princes. And she dares to defy me."
Molly's obstinate nature made King Lionel shake his head, disappointment etched into his features. The hall descended into an uneasy silence. The crowd's expressions varied, yet I remained composed, my gaze fixed on King Lionel's. Some looked at me with pity, others with curiosity, and a few with barely concealed glee at Molly's humiliation. But I refused to let any of it affect me. I had survived this round, and that was all that mattered.
