Perfected Antidote

“I’m afraid…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“What if, just what if, it is Ezra that King Valtor truly loves? What if, after he clears his confusion, he never comes back to me?” she added, her eyes filled with fear and uncertainty.

I could hear the pain behind her words. It wasn’t just fear, it was despair slowly eating her from the inside.

“I understand your pain,” I said gently. “But for now, you just have to keep hoping. You don’t have to believe everything Ezra says whether it’s true or not. She came back with one goal: to have King Valtor, to hurt you and push you...