Venessa’s POV
The treatment lasted just over two weeks, and by the end of it, King Jamar was already regaining his strength.
It felt like a miracle unfolding right before my eyes.
Learning that I had been right that he had been poisoned did not sit easily with him at first, but he was grateful he had listened to me. The silver that had been slowly killing him finally cleared from his system a week into the treatment, and with it came his vitality.
He was elated. Anyone would be.
To go from believing death was imminent to realizing you still had a long life ahead was enough to make anyone light-headed with joy.
He grew fond of me during that time and even promised me a title within his court. I wished, briefly and painfully, that I could stay long enough to enjoy such an honor. But th
