Melanin’s POV
“What are you saying?” I hurriedly got out of bed and approached the guard.
“It's the truth, Melanin,” he replied. “After you had gotten drunk with the king, you stumbled into my room, intoxicated and inebriated. I asked you to leave, but instead, you began undressing, expressing your desire for my touch.”
“Lies! You're lying!” I shouted, tears welling up in my eyes. I knew he was lying, deep down I knew it.
“I'm not lying, Melanin. You seduced me into having s*x with you,” the guard insisted, standing his ground. I looked at Lord Maximus, seeking support from him, but his expression remained blank.
“My king, you won't believe him, right?” I pleaded, but the king ignored me, focusing on the guard instead.
“Why did you stay silent all this time?” he asked through clench
