The next morning, around 9 o'clock, I stood by the palace gates. Waiting for my evidence.
Finally, a young man comes up to me and tells me he looks after my mother.
I asked him to show me proof, and he pulled out a small portrait hidden beneath the vest he was wearing.
I could feel my eyes stinging with tears as I viewed the painting.
It was My Ma.
She was sitting in what looked like a wheelchair. Her hair gray and pulled back into a thin braid.
She had my eyes. But instead of looking bright and full of life, she looked lifeless.
Hollow.
When I asked the man how critical her condition was, he just said that she doesn't talk to anyone. The only word that comes out of her mouth is a name.
"Ruby," he says.
That night I go to Edward's study.
I arrive there at 12 on the dot.
"I'll do it."
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Crown Of Chaos
FantastikRuby Gray. A fighter, quick with her words and a charmer? Ruby isn't your typical high class damsel in distress, she was the daughter of kings general. Although she had trouble learning how to be a perfect lady. She was perfect in her studies, she...
