Chapter 95

Eleanor's p.o.v

"Here," Ducan whispered while he handed me a cup of warm milk.

"Thank you," I whispered in a cracked voice then got the cup from his hand.

I had a lot of thoughts running through my mind on the bed that I sat on and Ducan too looked like he had a lot going through his mind.

The place below my eyes was throbbing, and my throat was hurting badly. This was the first time that I had cried so much for hours without stopping.

I felt so terrified at the thought of losing my husband. He was going to war in his bad condition and there was no way I could stop him.

The other disadvantage we had was that, if he wasn't going to stand for his people then a lot of them were going to die.

I took a sip from the cup and moved it from my lips.

"My heart, how are you feeling?" He asked softly.

I looked at him sadly then forced a smile on my face as tears formed in my eyes.

"I'm better," I answered and quickly took another sip from my cup.

He moved his hand to my back gently rubbing there