As Ruby stepped out of the grand castle doors, the cold morning breeze hit her like a wave, causing her to shiver involuntarily. She pulled her heavy cloak tighter around her shoulders, her breath visible in the crisp air. The castle grounds were alive with movement, guards ensuring everything was in place while servants loaded the last of the essentials into the carriages.
Lydia and Beth, one of her secondary ladies-in-waiting, followed closely behind, each carrying a basket filled with carefully selected items—bundles of herbs, fresh bread, and small necessities for the journey. They moved with quiet efficiency, their presence a comforting shadow beside their Queen.
Standing by the carriage, Andrew greeted Ruby with a respectful nod. His sharp gaze swept over the preparations before he
