Side Fifty – Princess Eleanor Elizabeth Diana Windsor
“I’m pleased to see you safe, my granddaughter. It must be hard for you. I wish that there was another way, but… again, I’m sorry.”
The wizened old woman was sitting on an antique chair, observing Eleanor, but despite her advancing age, her eyes were still bright and sparkling, full of humour and wisdom. Still, there was a shadow on her face, a deep sorrow that Eleanor understood well.
Calming her shaking hands, she nodded, her voluminous brown hair, bound in a long ponytail by a simple silver ribbon, bouncing behind her. eting her grandmothers’ gaze with her own matching deep blue eyes, she spoke. “I… I know. But… but I can’t do it. Why… why did this have to co to ? Why not my brothers? After all, Richard is going to be King one day, and Henry went through his tour of the army. I… I don’t understand why it’s …”
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