Ember POV

After sending the message, I waited, hoping for a response.

King Valtor POV

My phone vibrated with a sharp bleep. When I checked it, I saw a message from that loose girl. So she still kept her phone. Pathetic explanation… trying to justify what I clearly saw: their mouths locked desperately, bodies pressed together, obviously having sexual intercourse.

The female prison guardian returned.

“We were instructed not to respect you anymore,” she announced, her once softface with smile now cold and barren.

“Hand over your phone,” she declared. “King Valtor already knows, so there’s no point denying you have it.”

So… he saw the message.

And this was...