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
