Queen's authority

Moving away from her bed chamber, she headed towards the court meeting.

Eleanor stepped into the grand chamber, her presence commanding attention. Eleanor's voice echoed through the grand chamber, her words carrying a weight that silenced even the most outspoken of her advisors.

She had grown accustomed to the power and authority that came with her position as queen, but today, it felt different. The betrayal she had suffered at the hands of her husband had left her feeling raw and exposed.

As she stood before her advisors, her gaze swept across the room, taking in their mocking expressions. She had always been a woman of great dignity and grace, but now, her eyes were filled with a cold, calculating intensity.

"Your Highness," a voice broke the tense silence, "what are your orders regarding the second queen?" The advisor's tone was laced with sarcasm.

"We must prepare for her arrival. It is the King's decree."

"Who can defy the King's command?" another advisor scoffed, a mocking laugh escaping his lips.

Eleanor rose to her feet, her voice ringing through the chamber. "Is it that a few days of my absence have made you forget your place?" .

She said commandingly ," Did I give you permission to speak? ".

The advisors fell silent, their arrogance momentarily quelled.

" I am the queen of this kingdom, and I have been entrusted with the responsibility of governing in his absence. Defying my order is equivalent to defying the king's authority and I need not to remind you what that means? ."

The advisors fell silent, their eyes darting nervously from one another to the queen. They knew better than to challenge Eleanor's authority. The queen had spoken, and her word was law.

"We will begin the meeting," she said, her voice commanding attention.

"The second queen's arrival and coronation ceremony will be held as part of the victory celebration," the queen announced.

"The ceremony will be under my jurisdiction. I expect your full cooperation."

As the meeting progressed, advisors found themselves walking on eggshells. They were afraid to speak out of turn, afraid to disagree with the queen, afraid of facing her wrath.

Eleanor, meanwhile, was determined to maintain her grip on the kingdom. She knew that her position was precarious, and that she would need to be vigilant to protect her power.

She would not allow anyone to undermine her authority, no matter how powerful or influential they may be.

As the meeting drew to a close, Eleanor stood up and addressed her advisors one last time. "I expect all of you to do your duty," she said, her voice filled with a chilling intensity. "Any failure to do so will be met with the harshest of punishments."

The advisors nodded, their faces pale with fear. They knew that the queen was not bluffing. She was a woman who meant what she said, and they would be wise to heed her warning.

Finally, The meeting was finally adjourned.

Once again, Eleanor becomes busy with the preparation of the upcoming victory celebration. Days passed, and the long-awaited day of the King's return arrived. The palace buzzed with activity as preparations were made for the grand welcome.

"Your Highness," a maid called, "the dress you ordered has arrived."

Eleanor sighed. The gown, a masterpiece of intricate embroidery and shimmering jewels, lay on the bed. It was a symbol of her position as Queen, yet her heart was not in it.

She had done everything in her power to ensure a flawless ceremony, but the weight of her role continued to press upon her.

As the procession arrived, Eleanor stepped out onto the balcony. The crowd below cheered, their enthusiasm a stark contrast to the melancholy that lingered within her.

She was the Queen, the embodiment of her kingdom's grandeur, but beneath the façade, she was a woman burdened by the expectations placed upon her.

The maids bustled about, their excitement palpable as they prepared Eleanor for the grand event. Eleanor, though weary, could not deny their enthusiasm. To refuse would be to undermine her dignity, a luxury she could not afford.

The gown, a masterpiece of Persian silk, was adorned with emeralds, each one a shimmering jewel of exquisite beauty. Its dark green hue complemented Eleanor's fair porcelain skin, while the deep neckline, though subtle, added a touch of allure without compromising her regal image.

Her charismatic hazel eyes sparkled beneath the crown, a symbol of her authority and power. Her deep brown hair was styled in an elegant updo, further enhancing her regal bearing.

As the final touches were applied, Eleanor stood before a mirror, her reflection a testament to the meticulous preparations of her maids.

She was a vision of beauty, a queen in every sense of the word. The gown, with its intricate details and precious stones, seemed to amplify her natural grace and elegance.

As she stepped out of her chamber, Eleanor was ready to face the world, her confidence bolstered by the knowledge that she was not just a monarch, but a woman of extraordinary beauty and poise.