"You delight in their heartbreak I see." "Delight is too harsh, more like- Ah maybe I do." Eleanor Hatter was a beauty, an angel with a face one would call as an artisans masterpiece, a voice sweeter than honey and soft like silk, and grace that could make nature shy away in defeat. Everyone wanted to be her but no one wanted to be with her. Although she was gifted with beauty unimaginable, Eleanor was a not a lady chased often by men. They knew of her boring antics and jarringly scentless life. It was not until Howl Pendragln entered her tiny little library did Eleanor realize she wasn't alone and there was a chance to change. Together. (OC story)All Rights Reserved