Chapter 80

Daniel's P.O.V

A sudden shiver ran down my back as if something unpleasant had just happened.

"Your Majesty! Which ones do you finalize?" The designer asked as I reinforced my lost vision on the gowns which were made for my Eleanor.

My Eleanor.

A pang of guilt hit me out of nowhere as the memories of last night surged through my nerves in and out of my heart.

I took a deep breath to regain my thoughts before replying, "I'm not sure yet. Can you give me a moment to think?"

The designer nodded and stepped back, allowing me to examine the gowns in front of me. Each one was beautifully crafted, but none of them felt quite right. As I pondered my decision, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

Suddenly, I realized what was bothering me. None of these dresses were fit for a queen. They were all lovely, but they lacked the regal dignity that I wanted for my wife.

I wanted something for Eleanor which was never seen. Never worn. Never designed before.

I turned to the desig