Dinner tonight was the same as it had been for the past four days—a private meal shared only between Alger Gwendolyn and Eleanor Gwendolyn in her room. Due to her severe injuries, Eleanor still couldn't descend to the first floor and join the rest of the family in the dining hall.
By noble standards, eating in one's bedroom instead of the dining hall was considered improper etiquette, but the Gwendolyn family had little concern for such trivialities. They prioritized Eleanor's health above all else, ensuring she was never left to dine alone.
However, tonight was different.
The ever-present thick white bandages that had wrapped Eleanor Gwendolyn's head were now gone, revealing her long, flowing ginger hair cascading freely down to her chest.
