Sopeaholic
In the blood-soaked theater of King Henry VIII's court, survival is a performance. Queens before her used beauty, brilliant wit, and fierce ambition-and they all ended up on the scaffold.
Lady Eleanor of the minor Duchy of Darthmol has none of those things. At twenty-three, she is the invisible seventh daughter, quiet, uneducated in the games of statecraft, and entirely unbothered by the flashing gold of Whitehall.
But she possesses a weapon far more dangerous to a paranoid King: an absolute mastery of silence.
While the court vipers plot foreign wars and religious reform, Eleanor simply walks half a step behind her husband in soft velvet slippers, refusing to play the game. She doesn't want his crown, she doesn't want his power-she only wants his comfort. And that is exactly why the terrifying tyrant of England is about to lay his entire kingdom at her feet.