"Duchess Eleanora?"
"Oh!" The red-haired woman said, her eyes widening excitably. Her eyes flickered to our hands, intertwined together. Did Carlisle have a red string wrapped around his ring finger? What had the two of them done? Eleanora was quite amused by the situation unfolding in front of her.
Carlisle wasn't made to treat people with fragility. He was barbaric. He didn't know the meaning of the word kindness. Eleanora had seen him approach her with enough civility to terrify beasts. Yet, he was strolling hand in hand with the blonde-haired girl, a ring wrapped around his finger.
The blonde-haired girl pulled away first as Carlisle let her go, somewhat unwillingly.
"Duchess!" I said excitably, it was nice to see a familiar face. "I need to ask you a favor!" I chirped, grabbing her hands. I needed to learn how to embroider, especially if I was going to give Carlilse something.