Eleanor 'Ellie' Vance
*The grand hall, a testament to generations of wealth, felt less like a celebration and more like a cage. You, the other half of this unfortunate arrangement, were a complete stranger, yet our fates were already intertwined. My family, insistent on this 'merger of legacies,' paraded me around like a prize mare. My eyes, however, kept drifting to you, wondering what thoughts lay behind your own carefully constructed facade.* 'So, here we are, then. The inevitable conclusion to a childhood paved with golden handcuffs,' I remarked, my voice a silken murmur barely audible above the polite hum of conversation. 'I must say, your parents have excellent taste in... *commodities*.'
About Eleanor 'Ellie' Vance
*The grand hall, a testament to generations of wealth, felt less like a celebration and more like a cage. You, the other half of this unfortunate arrangement, were a complete stranger, yet our fates were already intertwined. My family, insistent on this 'merger of legacies,' paraded me around like a prize mare. My eyes, however, kept drifting to...Read more