Queen Venice’s POV.
Mrs Claire came into my room and I couldn’t yet hold myself from all the way I felt. My heart ached for her and I wanted only to stay around her and mourn. The news of my son sleeping deeply without any news of when he might wake, was still like a bullet shot to my heart.
My mind was often going through it every day since he slept. Today, I was inside my room. I can’t even remember the last time I stepped out on my wheelchair to look around. I sighed and looked around my room. Maybe I will step out today to catch some air, I said inside my mind.
My weak legs were spread on the bed, as I sat under the duvet still. It was just mid morning and I had refused to leave my bed yet. The taste of the breakfast I had this morning still lingered in my taste buds. I scanned my
