The King’s death is already expected to happen.
Santinious had been suffering for so long, holding on to something that is out of anyone’s power. Life had been cruel to him on his final days, and now the kingdom shall brace itself for the inevitable. Raavi could never be ready for it, though. She dreads for this day to come, thinking of such great loss to the whole kingdom. With the only one preventing the Great Houses from attacking one another, she doesn’t exactly know what would happen next.
“Are you certain you would go alone, Lady?” Elowen asked, helping her wear a cloak. “It’s too dangerous to be traveling without companions, and in such a long journey. Maybe we should ask for assistance in the Palace.”
“They don’t know I’m coming,” she stated, securing the clothing on the front.
