Truth Covered With Lie

The lamp cast pale light over the cell of morvane, the light that adds tension to their confrontation. Medas stood across from Morvane, the tension between them as taut as a drawn bowstring.

"You're the one who stabbed Hiraya," Morvane repeated, voice sharp with accusation.

"You're lying," Medas shot back, his voice unwavering despite the storm inside him. "If you're doing this to provoke me, you'll have to try harder."

"I'm not provoking you," Morvane hissed, stepping closer. "I'm telling you the truth. Drevon and I were there. Yes, it's true—I was tasked with killing her, to end the prophecy that would ruin Ketamran. The prophecy that forbids you and Hiraya to be together. I was told it was the only way to save the kingdom. But I was too weak. My emotions… they got the better of me. I couldn't do it."

Medas clenched his fists, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. "Then why say it was me?"