Often, Leonor wondered how her life would have turned out if her mother were still alive. Would she have made the same decisions? Would her father ever have raised his hand against her in the first place?
The love she experienced with Desmond bloomed out of her desire to hide from her father. It grew underneath the pressure of a noble daughter sneaking out to see someone supposedly so far below her station she never should have looked at him in the first place.
If fate was real, she would have certainly crossed paths with him eventually, but what would their story have looked like?
