Perry's POV
"Cause trouble under my care?" I tilted my head lazily. I wanted to hear what this man could tell me. "What trouble do you think she will cause me?"
Cameron looked composed in his seat as he faced me, though he avoided direct eye contact—the intensity of my gaze was something he couldn't bear. "My king, I can't say it, because if I do, I will portray a bad image of her, and no matter what, she is still my daughter."
"Then I don't think you need to see her. She's fine. Alive and unharmed, if that's what you care about. You can leave now." I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me—I'd expected more from this fool sitting before me.
I didn't like the beta for countless reasons. He was a scheming old bastard. This wasn't our first encounter either. I remembered him from long before I claimed the throne.
