Chapter 64

Eleanor combed her hair, letting it down her shoulders. The strands were full, and framed her face perfectly, with a quiet elegance expected of a queen. With a small sigh of satisfaction at her reflection, she adjusted the sleeve of her dress. It was a simple evening dress, one that flowed to her feet, her hair contrasting with the pure white colour of the dress as it flowed down her back.

She could see her bed, one that she had not used for so long. Conaan's bed was now hers, and she had never felt so in place.

It all felt stable now. Her resolve to be with the man she now knew she wanted. It made it all somehow fall into place, her heart coming to rest.

She slowly made her way towards his room. It was dark, and she walked towards the large arrangement of candles. She lit them up one by one casting the room in a warm, orange glow. A small smile lit up her face as she walked back to the bed, moving the sheets.

Suddenly, a click came at the door, and she turned to i