Denise's schemes
The following morning, Denise rose early, her mind sharp with purpose despite the late night. She dressed with care, selecting a gown of deep burgundy that complemented her regal bearing. As she fastened a delicate gold necklace, a gift from her late husband, her eyes gleamed with determination.
"Time to set the wheels in motion," she murmured to her reflection.
Denise made her way to her private study, a room filled with books, maps, and carefully organized correspondence. She sat at her ornate desk and pulled out a leather-bound book - her meticulously kept record of the who's who in Eldorian society.
As she flipped through the pages, her mind raced. "I need someone close to Eleanor," she mused aloud. "Someone with influence, but perhaps... overlooked."
Her finger paused on a name: Lady Imogen, Eleanor's chief lady-in-waiting. Denise's lips curled into a smile as she remembered the quiet, observant woman who always seemed to be at Eleanor's side.