For the rest of the ball Eleanore didn't turn to either the queen or Alastor, Hael was busy with Stella and Caelestis was standing at the corner. His eyes moving between her and Stella, then falling on Hael for a fraction of second, frowning the falling on the third wine glass in his hand.
Eleanore was paranoid, she was scared he might attack her brother in jealousy or her. On the other hand, Alastor's smile was making her feel burdened and the queen's words continued to ring in her ears.
Frustrated, she turns to Alastor. "Should we go for a dance too?" She asked, wearing her fake smile as always.
"Sure." He holds out his hand, which Eleanore grabs and starts away from the throne area.
She could finally breathe, the heavy air around her had vanished but the queen's stare remained on her.
