Frivolous Eleanor

Eleanor thought life to be a hilarious performance, something that no troubadour could think of, except God. She silently watched as her fate was sealed so quickly- in a blink of an eye. The king thrust a sheet of parchment, the heathen scribbled something, then, he gave her the angriest look she had ever seen. His blue eyes burned with such rage, as if she had completely destroyed his life. Like she had slayed all his people. Like she had won every battle against him. Like she took his legs from him.
But after that, he didn't look at her anymore. Not even when they sailed through the stormy sea, and she prayed quetly so the entire fleet wouldn't sink to the dark unknown. Not even when they got married, and the heathen priestess told him to kiss the bride.