Perry's POV
"She refused both lunch and dinner, Your Majesty. When I brought her evening meal, the afternoon food sat there cold and untouched. I checked again just now—same thing with dinner," Mason delivered her report while keeping her gaze fixed on the floor, terrified that I might blame her for failing to do her job properly.
"She's throwing a tantrum to grab your attention," Flynn muttered without bothering to look up from his paperwork. He pressed his palms against his tired eyes—the late hour weighing on him, though his workload showed no signs of shrinking.
I despised handling this bureaucratic nonsense.
"What's she doing right now?" I asked, my voice sharp with irritation.
My blood still boiled from her brazen rejection. Fantasizing about another man while I was inside her?! That woman had balls of steel to pull that stunt.
"She's asleep at the moment."
I dismissed Mason with a wave, and she scurried out.
