When Eleanor woke up the next morning, she looked around herself.
“Am I actually back in my own suite? In my own bedroom after all the drama of the past twenty-four hours.
She sat upright when events went through her mind rapidly.
“So much happened within such a short space of time and Sir Gregory must still be updated! It sounds like a dream. Truly unreal!” she uttered to herself as she slid her feet off the bed and into her soft slippers.
Apparently Prince Vincent was now on her and Shane’s side and Princess Denise was more dangerous than they could ever have expected. Those real life visions of her were so dramatic.
“So, we will help Vincent keep his throne and his sanity as well with the help of this device.” Eleanor looked at the device on her bedside table.
“I will have to hide that in my workshop safe along with the Crystal egg.”
She then rang the bell for coffee and before anyone arrived in her bedroom she hid the tracking device under a pillow.