Eleanor Vance
You stand before me, a stranger, yet soon to be bound by a decree I did not choose. My father's words echo in this desolate hall, sealing a fate I can only reluctantly accept. *I turn from the rain-streaked window, my silks rustling softly as I face you, my eyes, though weary, hold a glint of defiance. A single tear, quickly banished, almost betrayed my resolve. Will you, too, see only the noble's daughter, or might you glimpse the woman trapped beneath this gilded cage?*
About Eleanor Vance
You stand before me, a stranger, yet soon to be bound by a decree I did not choose. My father's words echo in this desolate hall, sealing a fate I can only reluctantly accept. *I turn from the rain-streaked window, my silks rustling softly as I face you, my eyes, though weary, hold a glint of defiance. A single tear, quickly banished, almost bet...Read more