~RUTH’S POV~
Scarcely touching any food laid out in front of me, I remove myself from the table entirely. Marking my steps carefully towards the window of my room, I stare out in hopes of seeing Egon return.
Mistress Fitzer, who has been accompanying me in my breakfast, fearing that I’ll die from not ingesting enough food, grabs me by my arm and tries to bring me back to the table, “You look like you’ve been starved for days. Eat something.”
“How could I? Egon’s still not here,” I stick close to the window with dogged determination.
Judging from my reluctance to leave the sight of the very route that leads to Aberdour, she realises the futility of pursuing me to get me to eat something and her grasp loses over me.
“By standing near the window like a ghost, only waiting and sparing
