Eleanor had a strong desire to learn about her father's origins and kingdom. She also wanted to visit there someday. However, she had never considered staying there.
"No…" She shook her head. "I will not go there. Why would I go there?" She ruthlessly wiped her tears away from her face with the back of her hand. "Those people never came to find my father. They never cared about our existence. They are not my people. My home is at Moon Keepers. I will go there."
"Sweetheart," Marian called her with affection, a hint of helplessness in her eyes. "Moon Keepers is not your place. People there will not understand you. There is nothing but suffering."
"And you believe there is happiness in Zorrose!" Eleanor barked. "I don't know anything about that place. I have no idea about the elves. I have never met them. How am I supposed to live there?"
"You are the princess of Zorrose," Marian reminded her. "Everyone will love you. Trust me. Go there. That is your home."
