Eleanor POV
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I feel like an alien walking on earth, I'm not sure if I have the whole crowds eyes on me watching me like 'how did I fit in here with those questioning eyes' or just judging me about how I don't belong here.
The slow piano music playing in the background just makes it like I'm living in a melancholic world.
I meet someone's eyes, and they bow down curtly so I acknowledge them with a small smile.
But I feel lost, like I'm in someone else's body right now.
"I hope the evening is going pleasant for the princess" Ferguson bows down, as he takes my hand placing a small kiss on my knuckles and I try hard not to wince.
The head of royal chamber, the one who sold me off to that i***t sadistic Duke who wants to marry me.
He should have told me that, when he came down to
