Chapter 50

The next day, as Fann had asked her to do, Izzy stood by the window in Eleanor’s bed chamber. She stood silently, watching the sisters. She had spoken to each of them briefly over the past few days and had been noticing them around the castle and grounds, but she never really had a conversation with either. They were both tiny and beautiful, but so far they seemed as different as chalk and cheese.

She had noticed that Eleanor didn’t seek attention at all. She dressed comfortably and simply. The fabric was as fine as any lady, but the dresses were not as elaborate and had fewer layers. She was well spoken in English, knew little Scotts, and was keen to pick up more. She was often quiet, and she seemed to hide from men whenever she could. That Izzy understood. Perhaps as bonny as she was, Eleanor had learned what men would do if given the chance and started hiding for the same reasons she herself hid from her father and his friends. Ellie was the kindest and most gentle soul Izzy had e