Eleanor Dandelion

Ninth

The princess and the northern wing

Eleanor had never been one who thought things through, maybe that's why her plans kept on failing. She tried her best, really, but in a world where royals were expected to be perfection personified, it was hard living.

Eleanor knew that there was a 50-50 chance that she'd mess up her future. Every word she said could either help or destroy her.

It's funny how a life can be destroyed by such simple words or just one dumb action.

So, with the prophecy in mind, what could go wrong?

Then again, what would the prophecy even do? Would it do anything at all?

Eleanor just felt like it was the right thing to follow.

Do you ever get that feeling? Like knowing something can't be fixed without doing a thing that you don't know how it would even help.

Like adding more flour to a cake mix that is too much of a liquid.

Or checking to see if the salt shaker's lid is screwed in place.

But this wasn't small, this wasn't about food or a normal day decision. This was a whole prophecy, there was no way to prove that it was real.

Or was there? Maybe the ghosts Eleanor saw, if they were even considered ghosts, perhaps she was hallucinating. There was a chance that they knew about this.

And Eleanor was determined to find out. Of course, she waited until it was nighttime, no way she'd let anyone see her wandering around her palace halls, screaming things like "Hey, ghost, can you hear me? I just want to talk!"

Due to the news of the accepted proposal, the wedding preparations had begun. And with that, they were in the "getting to know each other" phase.

It was a small tradition that every arranged marriage had for the past 100 years. They'd get to know each other and prepare mentally for how it'd feel to live with each other, to share a space with them.

So, her soon-to-be spouse, Hunter, was now living with her for a week. His uncle had already left, for his kingdom.

Eleanor knew that he was not to be trusted, even if in a couple of months, she'd be calling him "uncle" too.

But something about him felt off, maybe how entitled he was? How selfish, arrogant, toxic, man-child, useless, and obnoxious he was? Belos was not one to be trusted.

But she had to marry his nephew. For her family, her kingdom.

As she wandered through the halls of the grand Dandelion castle, she stumbled upon a specific wing. The northern wing of the castle.

The northern wing of the castle wasn't prohibited or anything, it was just way older than the rest of the castle, so it wasn't as modern and efficient as the other wings.

It also needed some tender, loving, and care, you know, TLC. But since it wasn't utilized, they never bothered fixing it. Although it's not like it needed much fixing.