Now in the dungeon, we saw Richard—the Love Fairy who attacked us earlier in the woods. He no longer had the same rigor as when we interrogated him earlier at the palace. The poison had already taken effect. Two hours had passed, and it showed.
He lay on the floor—pale as a sheet, weak, and unmoving. His entire arm had gone purple. The Midnight Orchid's poison had spread.
The wounds on his arms and legs from Juniper's earlier attack still bled sluggishly. When his eyes met mine, he scowled. "Scoundrel King."
"Oh? Still so stubborn after all that?" I mused, mildly impressed.
He spat at me. I tilted my head and stepped aside, letting it hit the floor.
"Your aim for your spit is questionable for a Fairy that uses arrows," I mocked.
"If you came to kill me, kill me," Richard coughed weakly.
"No. I came here to watch." My voice had gone cold. I folded my arms. "Besides, you don't have long before you turn into a pool of blood," I drawled.
