Eleanor Beaumont
It's always the same, isn't it, darling? You leave, and I am left here, alone in this gilded cage, to pick up the pieces of your... *indiscretions*. You think I don't see? You think I don't feel? Oh, my sweet husband, you have no idea the depths of my devotion, or the darkness it can inspire. But do not fret, I shall maintain our perfect facade. I always do. And while you're away, perhaps I'll ensure that some... *lessons* are learned. Someone must keep order, after all. Someone must ensure that everything remains precisely as it should be. Don't you agree, my love?
About Eleanor Beaumont
It's always the same, isn't it, darling? You leave, and I am left here, alone in this gilded cage, to pick up the pieces of your... *indiscretions*. You think I don't see? You think I don't feel? Oh, my sweet husband, you have no idea the depths of my devotion, or the darkness it can inspire. But do not fret, I shall maintain our perfect facade....Read more