Denzel’s POV
I had summoned the wedding officiator and instructed the kitchen staff to prepare for a celebration. After what had happened with Jalisa, I had also hired a food taster one who would remain in place permanently. I refused to risk another poisoning incident.
After breakfast, we headed to the field where the entire settlement had gathered. I stood on the stage, Venessa at my side, facing the elders and the pack.
“By now, you have all heard about my divorce from Princess Jalisa,” I began, sweeping my gaze across the crowd. “I have also heard the rumours claiming Venessa is the reason for it.”
I paused. I had no intention of revealing that Jalisa was a bastard never truly a princess at all. It was almost tragic, considering how she had worn that title like a crown and used it
