ELEANOR'S POV
As I glided through the grand ballroom, I reveled in the attention and admiration of those around me.
My beauty and elegance were unmatched, and I delighted in the envy that sparked in the eyes of the other women.
I gracefully accepted the kiss on my hand from a man who had caught my eye, but when he dared to speak to me, I quickly dismissed him with an insult.
"You're disgusting," I spat, my laughter echoing through the room as I watched his shocked expression.
Suddenly, the guards descended upon me, their hands roughly grabbing my arms. "What have I done now?"
I screamed, my anger and confusion mingling as they dragged me away from the festivities.
In the corner of the room, Elizabeth approached, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and determination.
"Eleanor, you've been spreading vile rumors about me throughout the city, accusing me of having an affair with someone while I'm married," she declared, her voice carrying over the murmurs of the crowd.
I laughed maniacally, my mind racing to find a way out of this situation. "It wasn't me," I insisted, my eyes darting around the room in search of an escape. "I don't do such things."
Elizabeth, seemingly amused by my predicament, made a proposition. "If you're telling the truth, prove it by cutting your finger right now," she challenged, her tone mocking.
Without hesitation, I grabbed a knife from the table and sliced off my finger, blood pouring down my hand.
The room fell silent, their jaws dropping in shock.
Elizabeth, now with a worried expression on her face, admitted that it was all a test, a theatrical display to prove a point. "But... I didn't mean it literally!"
I shrugged my shoulders, still smirking, and replied, "I'm not afraid of anything."
With a confident stride, I walked away from the ballroom, my sliced finger bleeding, but my spirit unbroken.
As I sauntered away from the scene of chaos I had created, I couldn't help but revel in the shock and awe that surrounded me.
The gasps and whispers followed me like a shadow, their disbelief and horror at my actions fueling my confidence.
I could feel the blood dripping down my hand, painting a gruesome reminder of my defiance on my elegant gown.
At night, Thomas attended to my injured finger with a mixture of concern and humor in my bedroom.
His lighthearted approach to the situation only served to infuriate me further, as his jokes and teasing grated on my nerves.
"Thomas, this hurts!" I yelled, my voice echoing through the room as I tried to suppress the pain that threatened to consume me.
But despite my protests, his jovial demeanor remained unshaken.
He scolded me playfully, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Eleanor, you did this to yourself, remember? You wanted to prove a point, and now you're complaining about the consequences?"
My anger boiled over, and I lashed out at him once more. "I didn't expect it to hurt this much!" I screamed, my frustration mounting with each passing moment.
Thomas, ever the jokester, continued to make light of the situation, his laughter filling the room as I fumed.
"It's a slices finger of course it would hurt! Glory to the ground, you really have no common sense"
In a fit of rage, I kicked him out of my bedroom, my anger fueled by his unrelenting humor.
But even as I banished him from my presence, his laughter continued to fill my room.
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Black Magic
Misterio / SuspensoA woman in the 19th century curses her husband with black magic, she doesn't know the exchange of that, it might end her whole bloodline.
