Chapter 26: The Rumors

The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains as Eleanor sat by her vanity, brushing her hair absently. A soft knock interrupted her thoughts, and Greta entered, clutching an envelope sealed with the royal crest.

"An invitation for you, my lady," Greta said with a small curtsy, holding it out.

Eleanor took the envelope, breaking the seal carefully. Her eyes scanned the elegant script inside, and she sighed softly. 

"A banquet at the palace," she murmured.

"It's a great honor, my lady," Greta remarked, her expression brightening. "The royal palace! You must attend. Perhaps it will lift your spirits."

Eleanor gave her a faint smile. "Perhaps. Though I can't help but feel uneasy."

Greta frowned. "Why?"

Eleanor sighed, setting the invitation down. 

She was thinking about the whispers she overheard in the park the other day. She couldn't remove it from her head especially that her family was also at stake.