This is how I remember kings. The chapter fast forwards though the rest of the reigns of the two kings.
The Southern, in Jerusalem is weak. Worship of false gods is allowed to flourish, and Egyptians raid and take all the treasure and wealth of Solomon.
The northern king is stronger but actively shuns God. His son dies and his line ends.
God speaks though prophets. Jeroboam in the north tacitly acknowledges that he still fears the true God by sending his wife to speak to a prophet, in disguise.
The blind prophet knows it is her the moment she reaches the door. He tells her of the end of their house and that she will never see her son again.
It’s a sad picture of someone childishly trying to manage God. They’ve got power by throwing God under the bus to the people, a grave sin, and then tentatively and sneakily try to check if there’s going to be a consequence. C.S. Lewis set up Aslan the lion as a picture of God in his children’s books, the point being he’s good but not tame.
The promised land project has started a long decline. Only the prophets will hold out any hope.