“I hope my daddy doesn’t die.” The sentence was small, almost fragile, yet it carried a weight far beyond childhood words. It was not a dramatic thought, but a quiet fear, written from a place of instinct. A young heart sensing that the man the world called a King was also human, vulnerable, and precious to her in a way no title could protect.
Introduction “I hope my daddy doesn’t die.” The sentence was brief, almost fragile, yet it...