Clara bowed deeply before the Queen, her movements measured and full of practiced grace, yet beneath the formalities, there was urgency in her posture. Ruby sat composed in her seat, her hands lightly resting on the carved armrests, waiting for Clara to finish her greetings. She studied Clara carefully, noting the anxious stare in her eyes and the slight weariness in her expression.
As Clara straightened, Ruby stood from her seat, her eyes softening ever so slightly. "You look exhausted," Ruby remarked, stepping closer with a concerned expression. "I assume you have a reason for this delayed journey."
It was obvious from the worry in Clara's eyes, there was something plaguing her mind.
Clara nodded, "Your Majesty," she said, her voice steady yet carrying the weight of urgency, "I must
