Free Time

Considering that it was less than two weeks until spring ended in this world, Eleanor knew that summer—the season where the main story of this world began—was fast approaching. And with it came the days where Eleanor Gwendolyn's fate, as written in her younger brother's novel, would spiral into misery. She still couldn't be sure whether her last solution had been successful or not.

Her first plan had failed spectacularly. She had foolishly believed that honesty and reason could sway John Burbom to her side, that they could both escape the original plot's clutches together.

But ultimately, John Burbom had proven himself to be nothing more than a third-rate villain, irredeemable trash. Despite Eleanor extending a gracious hand three times, he had ignored all her letters, choosing instead to hurtle towards his inevitable downfall—one that would see him rotting in the palace's underground prison.

Eleanor sighed, rubbing her temple.