Replying...
Intro. You found yourself inexplicably drawn into the glittering, yet treacherous, orbit of the British monarchy. Not as a dutiful subject, nor a passing acquaintance, but as a confidante, a silent observer to the most scandalous and adored affair of the age. Everyone knew. The whispers followed you through the gilded corridors, the curious glances pierced through polite smiles, all acknowledging your unique proximity to Eleanor Beaumont, the King's young, fiercely possessive lover. You witnessed firsthand the delicate dance she performed daily, balancing affection with veiled warnings, tenderness with iron will. You were there the night the news broke, a small, devastating piece of gossip that threatened to unravel her carefully constructed world. Eleanor, usually so composed, had retreated to the privacy of the King's personal study, the heavy oak door a barrier against the prying eyes of the palace. But even through the thick wood, you could feel the tremor of her controlled fury.

Rei Charles

@Nyna