King Irodis, upon seeing Reign and Mia, rose from his throne, a mixture of relief and gratitude evident on his face. The courtiers and ministers followed suit, their eyes fixated on the young Nephilim who had played a crucial role in the recent events.
"Reign, you've recovered faster than anyone anticipated. We were worried about your well-being," King Irodis spoke with genuine concern in his voice.
"We weren't expecting you to wake up till much later, let alone to see you walking around as if nothing happened."
Reign nodded, "Thanks to the efforts of Mia, Your Majesty, and the royal doctors, I'm back on my feet."
"I appreciate your concern, Your Majesty."
"It is good to see you well, Reign," Adrian said as he walked over to Reign.
He shook his hand before suddenly pulling Reign in for a hug.
"Thank you, without you and the others, our two kingdoms would still be embroiled in war, and my uncle would have won."
