Eleanor stepped out of the carriage, her chest tightening as she saw the familiar sight of the grand mansion. Waiting at the steps were Greta, a handful of maidservants, and her parents. Duke Elias and Duchess Aveline wore matching expressions of worry that only deepened when they saw her.
"Eleanor, are you alright?" Duke Elias asked, his brows furrowed.
Duchess Aveline rushed forward, grasping her hand. "We've been so worried. You've been through so much—are you feeling better, my dear?"
Eleanor smiled softly. "I'm fine now, Mother, Father. There's no need to worry anymore."
Her parents exchanged relieved glances and guided her inside. Duchess Aveline turned to Greta, her voice quick and authoritative. "Inform the kitchen to prepare a proper meal. Something hearty."
"Yes, Duchess," Greta replied before hurrying off.
