"Ow!" Eleanor winced loudly in pain as she sat on the bes as gently as she could. "Sorry, sorry." Gwen said, letting out a heavy breath. "Dear gods, that was not easy at all." "Sorry," Eleanor apologized, staring at her with concern. "Nah, it's okay. Ehh, I'll go get something for you to eat now." "Okay." Eleanor replied as Gwen stood up from the bed and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. "Hmmph." Eleanor let out a deep breath, staring at the window. It's really hard being this way, she can't move freely like she used to, for the fear that she might hurt her head. That princess is definitely a very wicked one. She never expected her to do this. The prince still doesn't love her so what's the point of this. Eleanor suddenly remembered when the prince came to her yesterday. It's a relief he doesn't hate her, she actually thought he'd be happy that she's dying. Her hand unconsciously went to her forehead where he planted a kiss yesterday, rubbing it softly.
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