Venessa’s POV
Whoever wanted him dead still held power enough power to keep him alive just long enough to ensure he would never reclaim his throne.
Queen Rochelle begged him, tears streaking down her face as she pleaded for him to stay, but King Jamar remained unmoved. He said the journey was something he needed not just for himself, but for his wolf. A chance to breathe. A chance to feel alive again.
The King was a resolute man.
Firm in his decisions. Sharp-witted. Surprisingly easy to be around. It was a cruel twist of fate that I had met him at his weakest, because beneath the illness was a man who seemed genuinely kind, even warm. I couldn’t stop myself from wondering what my mother had done to earn his wrath what sin had been so great it led to her banishment.
One day, I would as
