Eleanor:
The sun is just brushing the top of the Windsor estate when I wake, perfectly rested despite the chaos of last night. Which is, of course, the way I like it: composed, unshaken, untouchable. I stretch under the sheets, the silk cool against my skin, and let a small smile curl at the edges of my lips.
There’s work to do. Always work to do.
My heels click against the marble floors as I move toward the bathroom, brushing my hair and running a careful line of eyeliner across my eyes. The reflection in the mirror is all icy elegance and sharp precision, exactly as it should be. I’m ready for the world, or at least for anyone foolish enough to think they can touch me.
And then… my father walks in.
His presence fills the room, solid and inescapable. I stiffen, tilting my head as I w
