Chapter 72 Seventy One

ELEANOR’S POV

The morning air was crisp, yet I sat on my bed, staring blankly at the wall, my mind lost in the void of boredom. My fingers toyed with the silk sheets as I let out a long sigh. The palace was grand, the chambers luxurious, yet it often felt like a beautifully decorated cage. My day...

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