Should actually update or should this be a false chapter.
Ah stuff it.

After realising this Eleanor got more and more awkward around her husband the coronation was in a week and they still didn't get along well enough to rule a kingdom together. Oh and guess what there was another freaking ball. It was going to be the winter solace. Which was the bomb party every year.
The bomb party.
Apparently that was a new phrase?
Eleanor wasn't sure.
Maybe she was just old.
Yeah that was it.
Nah probably because
Nah she was just old.
Eleanor sighed Seth was approaching rapidly and Eleanor was already really awkward around Seth and now that she admitted her secret to herself she was even more awkward.
Tripping over anything.
Stumbling over everything,
Tumbling over words.
Blushing her cheeks rosy whenever he said anything.
Muttering too softly.
Basically she was a big mess of well Eleanor.
And she hated every minute of it.
She hated that she loved his smile.
She hated that she loved his pranks.
She hated that she loved him.
But at the same time she lived that she loved him.
She was a big ball mess of Eleanor.
"Eleanor?"
And the problem was here. She wished he would just leave her alone, yet she wanted to be near him at all times.
She needed some serious help.
Like a soon as possible.
Which meant now.
"Eleanor!"
"What?" She groaned.
She was a good actor she could say that.
"I was talking about the winter solace! You need to be fitted right now."
Now she didn't have to act.
"Why?" Eleanor groaned.
"Because it's tomorrow."
"Pft."
"Eleanor please."
How could she resist.
Those damn puppy dog eyes.
"Fine."
"Oh and..." He trailed off looking sheepishly over his shoulder.
Eleanor crossed her arms and leaned her weight to one side.
"What?!"
"We have to publicly kiss."
Now inside Eleanor was... It was unexplainable her excitement.
"Great!"
Seth looked suspiciously at her.
"I'm going to murder you alive."
"And she's back."