As soon as Florence heard that Daniel was to be locked away in the dungeon, she hurried after Eleanor."Your Highness, have you changed your mind?""Just lock him up for now," Eleanor snapped, feeling a wave of irritation wash over her."Yes, of course. Please don't be angry. You must take care of yourself," Florence urged gently."No one can compare to Hector. Even if he looks exactly the same, if he's not him, then he's not him. Not even the slightest resemblance can stir my heart. In fact, that face only makes me furious," Eleanor ranted as she stormed back into her room, a fire burning in her eyes.After she sat down, she still felt overwhelmingly restless."Bring me water and scented soap. I need to wash my hands," she ordered.The maids hurried about, bringing in warm water.Eleanor washed her hands repeatedly, scrubbing away the memory of touching Daniel. It was just like how after every encounter with Henry, every moment spent close to him under the flickering light of
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