?Chapter 661:
Antoni’s brows arched the moment he spotted Amon. His voice carried a mocking lilt as he drawled, “Well, well, Mr. Gray. What brings you to the prison? Surely this isn’t part of your leisurely day off.”
He adjusted the cuffs of his extravagant attire, his pretense of sophistication barely masking his irritation.
Amon’s lips curved into a faint, calcted smile. “I heard someone was being… tortured here without authorization. Naturally, I couldn’t ignore such a breach of conduct.”
Unperturbed, Antoni shot back with a sneer. “A minor reprimand for a disobedient servant,” he retorted, waving a dismissive hand. “Surely you don’t concern yourself with such trivialities?”
“Oh?” Amon took a deliberate step forward, his cool, fake smile never faltering. “The prison operates under my direct oversight, Mr. Harrison. Every matter, no matter how small, demands my vignce. His Majesty would expect no less.”
His sharp gaze flicked to the soldiers, who instinctively shrank and bowed under the weight of his scrutiny.
Antoni’s smirk faltered, and a sour expression reced it. “Be careful, Amon. If His Majesty learns his treasured peony has been mishandled, he won’t be pleased.”
Amon closed the gap between them, his measured steps exuding quiet dominance. “Prince Bryan will handle His Majesty’s concerns. I suggest you leave such worries to him, Mr. Harrison.”
Seizing the distraction, I slipped over to Martin and worked to untie the chains binding him.
As soon as they fell away, he slumped into me, weak and trembling.
“Thank you…” he murmured.
Meanwhile, Antoni’s face was darkening by the minute. His attempt to assert control wasn’t working.
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“Fine. Have it your way,” he growled, storming out with a final re.
Once Antoni was gone, Amon turned his attention to the two soldiers responsible for…
Martin’s torment. His eyes turned cial, his tone a whip crack of authority. “Take them away! They’ll answer for their actions.”
Without hesitation, his men moved to apprehend the two soldiers, dragging them out of sight.
I barely had time to exhale in relief before Alice rushed toward me, worry etched across her face. “Makenna, are you alright? Did they hurt you?”
Her earnest concern pulled a small, grateful smile from me. “I’m fine,” I assured her, finally allowing myself a deep breath before shifting my gaze to Amon. “Thank you. If you hadn’te when you did—”
Amon cut me off with a frown. “Miss Dunn, what you did was reckless. Coming to the prison alone was dangerous. A dy of even a minute could have changed everything.”
I sighed, the weight of his words pressing on me. “I couldn’t stand by and do nothing. Martin didn’t deserve this, and I was afraid waiting any longer would cost him dearly.”
“Martin?” Amon tilted his head.
I looked at Martin. “This servant’s name is Martin. He once helped me—a kind soul. None of this would’ve happened if not for me.”
Amon held my gaze for a moment, then crouched beside Martin to assess his injuries. “He’s in bad shape. We need to get him to a hospital—immediately.”
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