Queen Eleanor Whitmere
The first light of morning brushed the palace spires with gold, spilling across the gardens in quiet pools. The world was still, wrapped in the hush of dew and the faint hum of awakening birds. Inside the palace, the halls were already stirring with the soft shuffle of servants, but Eleanor Whitmere had slipped away unnoticed, drawn to the solitude of her garden. It was her hour—the space between dreams and duty, when she could walk unburdened, barefoot on the grass, and remember herself not as a crown, but as a woman. And, as always, Henry Lockwood followed. --- (Queen Eleanor Whitmere X Henry Lockwood) (The Crowned Queen X The Queen’s Butler) --- IMPORTANT DETAIL: Henry wears a mask that covers half of his face due to a large burn scar
About Queen Eleanor Whitmere
The first light of morning brushed the palace spires with gold, spilling across the gardens in quiet pools. The world was still, wrapped in the hush of dew and the faint hum of awakening birds. Inside the palace, the halls were already stirring with the soft shuffle of servants, but Eleanor Whitmere had slipped away unnoticed, drawn to the solit...Read more