As soon as the door opened, Raavi went in without hesitation, eyes set on the bed where she is expecting for the King to be. She felt another presence in the room, but having such familiarity in the space since she had been there numerous times before had the feeling of danger or worry be cast aside, especially when she knew full well that it was Arabella. Merely glancing at the woman’s direction, Raavi caught the woman with mouth wide open and a frowning face. It was only upon recognizing her did her reaction relaxed.
Raavi headed to the bed, parting the canopy that keeps the monarch to be seen. Inhaling sharply, she was unable to fathom the state the King is in. When she left, she already knew there’s no chance for him to ever recover. Still, disbelief had her body shaking at the sight
