Denzel’s POV
“Denzel, you and Venessa should join me for dinner.”
Jamar’s voice carried through the corridor, calm and commanding. I exhaled slowly. The idea of eating in his kingdom while the people who had tried to poison him were still walking free did not sit well with me.
“Your father wants us to join him for dinner,” I told Venessa.
She smiled, unbothered. Almost amused.
“Yes. I know Rochelle and everyone else will be there,” she said. “He wants me to confirm whether the food has been tampered with. We planned it.”
Her confidence eased something in my chest, and I returned her smile. She had already earned a private audience with the king something no one else at court enjoyed.
As I looked at her, it struck me just how deeply fate had entwined our lives. I was bound to royalty
