Right after Santinious speech, Raavi went to his room to wait for him. It did not take long before he entered, and that was Neveah’s cue to leave, giving them space. The King sat down near the fire, not feeling obliged that he change his clothes and get ready for bed. It is clear that his activity a while ago has taken a toll on him, and she does not want to pressure him or anything when this room should have been his safe space, and she is his companion. Breathing deeply, she stood up from her seat and walked towards him, bringing her fingers to his head where she slowly lifted the crown resting on it.
“Thank you, Lady Raavi,” he said, his voice lacking any strength.
“They’ve finally heard you,” she convinced. “Rest your mind that all would go well.”
“I could only rest when there’s goo
