Eleanor sat on the large bed, her hair still a little damp from the bath she had just taken. She let it fall freely around her, her eyes going quickly over the poetry book Conaan had been reading last night.

She had not seen him after her little mishap, and she knew he was most probably attending to duties all over again, trying to keep the kingdom in order.

She gave a small sigh, then slowly stood up from the bed, tying her hair up in a ponytail. She would go downstairs to check on him and see.

The palace was quiet as the rest of the banquet was cleaned...