"She sustained head trauma from the impact."
Derek stood beside Ishita’s bed with his arms folded and his eyes on her face, listening to the doctor without looking at him.
"A concussion," the doctor continued. "There is some swelling, but we have it under control. We don’t know when she will regain consciousness; we just need to monitor her carefully."
Derek’s hands curled into fists at his sides, and he nodded once. Ishita lay so small and still against the pillows, her face bruised and pale, tubes snaking across her skin.
This woman had served his family for years. She had fed him with her own hands, worried over him like a mother. And now she was fighting for her life because she had tried to tell him something.
His mind kept circling back to that night in the kitchen; Ishita standing by the counter with that uncertain expression that he didn’t quite clock that night. The way she had stepped closer and dropped her voice, almost as if she was scared of something.
There is something you need to know, Your Grace.
And then Ruby had walked in.
Derek’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. He had not thought much of it at the time. Ruby moved through the household freely; she always had. Her appearing in the kitchen at that hour had registered as nothing more than a coincidence.
But now Ishita was lying in a hospital bed after being struck by a car, and the thing she had wanted to tell him remained unsaid. Ruby was the only one there during that report.
She could have gotten whatever it was Ishita wanted to say. She could have tried to silence her.
He didn’t want to believe it. That was the honest truth. Ruby had been a fixed point in his life since they were children running through the same corridors, getting into the same trouble, grieving the same losses.
He owed her brother Jasper a debt that could never fully be repaid. Jasper had taken a sword for him. Jasper had died so that Derek could live, and Ruby had carried that loss without ever once throwing it in his face.
She had stood by him through every dark year. He had trusted her completely for years. He had never seen malice in her.
She was the girl he had grown up protecting, the sister of Jasper.
He owed her. He still saw her as that innocent little girl who used to follow him around the palace with wide, trusting eyes.
And yet.
Whenever something went wrong recently, Ruby was somehow in the middle of it.
When Kira missed the Queen Blessing. The fundraiser night. The border alert that had turned out to be nothing. His phone, he had coincidentally forgotten. And now Ishita, who had something to say, was lying here unable to say it.
Too many coincidences, it was difficult to ignore the pattern.
Kai’s voice came back to him. Never underestimate the power of a scorned woman.
Kai had never liked Ruby, but that warning was more serious than anything Kai had ever said to him about her.
Derek pushed the thought aside. He was not ready to conclude anything yet. He needed facts, not feelings. What he needed was to watch carefully and say nothing, and wait for the picture to become clearer.
He turned to the doctor, voice rough. "Do everything necessary to keep her alive. Cost is not a consideration. If you need specialists brought in, bring them. If you need equipment, order it. I want her to have everything she needs."
The doctor bowed deeply. "Yes, Your Grace."
He looked at Ishita one last time, then walked out.


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