Page 4 of Ruby Queen
“Seems like I just overheard a man telling you he loved you.”
“It’s complicated, mother.”
“Love usually is, Rory. I’m serious. You need to find a husband… unless you want your dad to die, not seeing his only wish happen.”
Rory pinched the bridge of her nose, “I’m sorry he’s dying – but I am not just going to marry someone to please him.”
“Excuse me. I don’t mean to interrupt.”
Rory glanced up to find her personal assistant standing in the room, “Christine… Can I help you with something?” Rory looked at her mother and then her friend nervously.
“Good afternoon, young lady. Help me settle a debate with my daughter,” Rachel motioned for her to sit down. “As you know, King Oscar doesn’t have much time. He wants to see Rory married.”
“Oh…” Christine glanced at Rory, “And do you have someone you want to marry?”
“I don’t want to get married yet.”
“I see,” she turned to Rachel, “and do you have someone she should marry?”
“I do not… but,” Rachel pointed at her daughter, “it seems the Captain is in love with her.”
Christine’s head snapped to Rory, “Really? I wasn’t aware they were in a relationship.”
“It’s not like that, Christine.” Rory paced the floor, “Captain Blake and I were involved. You know I broke it off because I couldn’t give him what he needed.”
“It’s not my business. I came in here to tell you the Constable is looking for you.” Christine turned, “Have a good evening, Your Majesty’s.”
Christine stormed out of the room, leaving Rory and her mother.
“Well,” her mother stood, “seems your assistant is jealous of the Captain being in love with you.”
“Mother… drop it. We have more important things to be concerned with – like Dimitra’s disappearance.”
“Your father’s last wishes are not important? I’ll be sure to tell him that.” Rachel stood and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Rory collapsed on the couch. Everything was falling apart, and she didn’t know what to do. Her father’s wishes were important to her, but being forced into a marriage to make him happy seemed ridiculous.
