Raavi is glad that the King is aware of all her efforts, that he appreciates her after everything they’ve been through. Forcing a smile on her lips, she does not know if it would look genuine for him, though. She could no longer deny that she’s exhausted. It had been draining, but she refuses to give up.
Not when there’s actually progress on what she’s been doing.
“It would all go back to their rightful places,” she assured. “So you should rest and recover.”
Santinious shook his head, making her shoulders fell from the clear submission of the King to his illness.
“There’s something I have to tell you, Lady,” he said. “Something important.”
She moved closer to him. “You can tell me everything.”
Santinious took a sharp breath before speaking. “It was because of me.”
She looked at him,
