Eleana Vallerious, the Princess of Castille, is unblessed.
The news eventually spread. Different kingdoms sent their sympathy towards her. No matter how much she refuses to be looked at with pity, her people cannot help it. Aside from the disappointment, as the days weave to a week, their reaction lessened from aggressive to somewhat making her feel like a charity.
She hates it but she cannot do anything about it. It is a natural thing for them to act like so. She tried so hard to act nonchalant but it is not easy when she sees them looking at her like she is a failure and also a fragile thing that needs not be pressured too much.
Eleana watched Magnus silently as he swishes his sword back and forth on his sides. His movements were measured. She admired how his muscles flex and go taun
