Born from a princess from a fallen Kingdom, she was nothing less than a rock. Princess Amelia died during childbirth, alone and her child was kicked and forgotten.The child's father, King George IV never visit her or perhaps acknowledge her existance. The Empress who despised her from the beginning, sent her to the farthest palace.
In the secluded palace, lives a princess from an unwanted marriage, a princess everyone never wished for.
" Princess Eleanor, are you awake?"
Not waiting for response, she went into the room and pull the blanket that covered the sleeping princess.
" Here we go again." the maid smirk.
"Your Highness, you need to open your eyes. There is a letter with Royal Seal arrived for you." the maid continue to wake the princess up.
"Yes Marienne! I can hear you with both of my ear completely attached to my head and I am not deaf."
The maid who was called Marienne gives a bright smile and pull the Princess from the bed. From the scene, anyone can see how closed the Princess and her maid is but sometimes people will understood Marienne as a rude maid. She then pull the curtain so that more light can get in.
Stood beside the bed is a delicate figure with long and silky golden blonde hair, a trait that only one with royal blood possessed. Her bright iridescent blue eyes that is enough to sway someone's heart is a trait that only royals from Greathore, the fallen kingdom possessed that fit perfectly her angelic face. In short, Princess Eleanor is a breathtaking beauty.
"Marienne, I got sword practice with Sir Ruth today so if anyone comes and find me, tell them that I am sick and cannot leave my bed."
"Yes, Your Highness. I brought you water for you to wash up. Do you prefer to have your breakfast in room or at the dining hall?" Marienne who seemed comfortable around the princess helped her with her gown while talking comfortably with smile.
"I will go to the dining hall later, please bring my letter there."
"Yes, Your Highness."
After Marienne left the room, another two maid come in and assist Eleanor with her shower and changing into attire that fit for sword practice together with byrnie. The hair was braided and finally black cloak was put on.
Who would have thought that the fifteen years old princess manage to earn respects from everyone in the palace. The Princess who was left to die, grew up briliantly without any attention from the main palace. Everyone in the palace has now becomes her alliance and helps her to stay low.