𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞 ━━ 𝘙𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘩 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘰𝘯

2|Visitors

England, 1109

THE NEXT FEW DAYS WERE QUIET, seeing as nothing entirely concerning had happened. Silence echohed through the beauty's house as she sat by a crystal clear window in her chambers. She had a well furnished room with enough furniture and many trinkets. She now had on some of the very jewelry that usually adorned her desk.

As she sat by the window, Eleanor was drawing a figure of sorts. She had only been practicing so it wasn't a masterpiece. It was an ever so evolving stick figure that had started out as a base. She had been working on the joints and out workings of the human body. It was hard at first, but she began to get the hang of it in time. She smiled at the drawing below and continued sketching. Drawing had occupied most of her time since she had been eagerly waiting for the welcoming of the foreign visitors.

"Eleanor?" her father called out suddenly, causing her to quickly turn her head in his direction. He had hurriedly ran to her doorway to alert her of his news.

"Yes, father? Has something happened?" she asked with concern as she stood up from her spot at the window.

"No, no--well, yes!" he spoke, in which confused his daughter, "The king is welcoming the visitors today! We have been invited to attend since I have been providing many valuable items to him" he explained.

Eleanor gasped in delight at the news. She clasped her hands together and squealed there after. She quickly covered her squealing mouth with her hand, embarassingly. "My apologies, father. But, I am so excited! When are we attending?" she asked with utter happiness.

"Tonight, so please get your best cloth together. We must try to impress" he says with a wide smile.

"Oh, yes! I need to get one together, now!" she exclaimed.

"Perhaps you'll even meet a nice boy there, Ella"

At the comment, she slightly winced at her father. Her shoulders slumped a bit, but, not to a point of where it was completely noticable. She dreaded any talk of marriage or meeting some boy. For her, meeting a nice girl who was not obsessed with most trivial matters would fit it. Yes, Margaret fit that category, but she yearned for another friend.

Soon enough, she would be searching through her huge closet full of several dresses that could surely fit the event's intentions. Even with all of her dress embroided with shimmering golds and delicate gems, she couldn't seem to find one beautiful enough. She kept shuffling through the clothes, repeatedly. She huffed and went back to the edge of her bed to sit on. She wiped her hand over her face, becoming frustrated. She always felt like this in certain situations. Like something was not good enough or not suitable. Maybe it was her own fault that she never thought anything was good enough, she thought usually.

Then, she remembered she had more dress she wear that might have seemed good enough. Maragret had gotten her a beautiful yet simple dress to wear for a gathering and such. She had given it to her as a birthday present. She knew how much Eleanor loved the elegant style with dashes of the color, red.

The dress itself was somewhat tightly fitted. It cascaded down like any other dress but it seemed to be more constricting than most. At the end of the fitted sleeves, there were small black ruffles. At the top, the chest portion of the dress had several embellishments along with tints of gold. Around the center of the chest, black and red had mixed, a perfect combination for Eleanor. She looked over the dress completely over, trying to see if it would be a good fit.

She had no doubt in her mind that it would be perfect. She immediately rushed into her bath chambers to change into the dress. It only took her a few moments to actually put on the dress but she had noticed one detail about it. It had showed her cleavege unlike some of her other dresses. She quickly blushed at it but knew that Margaret made it so that the dress would show it. She was always trying to get Eleanor some attention since she was horridly shy, in a way. Then, she focused on her hair and other areas of attention. She had put her ahir into a bun in the back of her head but allowed a strand of to stand out in front of her view. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt there was one more thing to add on.

Then, she for more flair, she had gotten a crown from her dresser embedded with jewels. It had appeared somewhat spiky but had it's appeal. Then, she also grabbed a pair of earrings that were mainly black but with hints of silver. They dangled from her ears, almost seeming like black opals. She went back to look at her reflection in her mirror and had a large grin on her face. She was finally ready. And soon enough, her father would come into her doorway once again to see if she was able to leave.

"Ella? Are you ready?"

"Yes, father. I am ready" she spoke with excitement and walked toward him. He began to lead his daughter to the carriage that would lead them to the king's castle. And, oh boy, would it be a interesting night for everyone.

|AUTHORS NOTE|

Hey y'all. It's been a bit since I've actually updated an ACTUAL FUCKING BOOK OF MINE. I honestly don't know why I had stopped and it will probably never have an answer. This chapter is such a filler to me, like?? It's just her getting ready and expressing some emotions before stuff really happens. I am loving Eleanor cause she's a lil pure bean. Anyways, hope y'all enjoyed & hope y'all are having a great day/night!