Ruby's POV
"I heard that you coughed up blood and fell sick. I'm sorry, I should have checked on you already. How’s your body?" Ruby's mother stayed close to her and placed her warm hands on her skin.
"I feel much better, thank you," Ruby quickly said, as though she were formally speaking with someone.
"I made your favourite food, come on, Ruby," her mother said through gritted teeth. "You’ll love it."
"Are you talking about my favourite drink?" Ruby smirked as she turned to her mother. Meanwhile, Carrick had exchanged glances with Ruby and greeted her father before stepping away for a while. He wanted to give her space and maybe spend some time with his men too.
"Drink? Food? All set," her mother said happily. "I made them specifically for you. You'll love it. I promise."
Ruby knew
