Venessa’s POV
We remained with the King for some time, and his excitement about the treatment I had proposed was impossible to miss. There was a lightness to him I hadn’t seen before hope, fragile but real.
Denzel made it clear we shouldn’t speak of the matter again until we were safely outside the Kingdom. I understood his caution and respected it.
Not long after, the Queen entered the chamber to check on her husband.
“You’re still here, Denzel?” she asked, surprise threading her voice when she noticed us by the King’s side.
“I asked them to stay,” King Jamar said calmly.
She released a tired sigh.
“You need to rest,” she insisted.
He shook his head.
“I’ve been cooped up in this room for far too long. Too much is happening out there.”
The Queen moved closer, sitting beside him a
