Eleanora's POV
What work is it?" She asked curiously and I paused in my steps to look down at her, unconsciously feeling a smile grow on my lips.
She was so cute, with her short height that only reached my shoulders and curious eyes.
What? No. I take that back.
I shook my head to snap out of my weird thought process and continued walking towards the throne room.
"I have an audience with my chancellor," she hummed and didn't say anything else as we approached the grand room and the double doors were pulled open by two guards.
We walked down the red carpet that led up to a single, golden throne which sat in front of some large, french windows.
"You sure took your time," my older brother said with a frown, sitting on the steps that led up to my throne while he skimmed through the papers in his hands.
"I'm a busy man," I replied with a half-smirk before slouching down on the cushioned throne.