She stood in front of her large mirror and looked at her reflection. She closed her eyes and gently raised her hand to tuck a strand of her white-colored hair behind her ear, a stark contrast to her gray-green eyes, which shimmered like quartz in the moonlight. Finally, she opened her eyes and noticed that the roots of her natural hair were beginning to show. It was a subtle change, but it was there. She exhaled and looked at the table where she had placed numerous magazines about herself. And each cover was signed in a different way: "Eleonora Beatrice Morgan, socialite and wealthy businesswoman", "Eleonora Morgan or the First Lady of Great Britain, which one is better?", "The Crystal Queen shows her superiority once again!", "From the bottom to the top, this is Miss Eleonora Morgan".

Yes... It's all her, the famous Eleanor Beatrice Morgan, or simply Eleanor Morgan, also known as the Crystal Queen. No one would have believed that someone like her could rise from the bottom to the top. Eleanor's life and childhood were not easy, but rather challenging, especially for her mother, who raised her alone. However, now, neither she nor her mother needs money, as she provides for them.

As she approached the table, she picked up one of the magazines and looked at the cover, which was captioned, "A Queen and a Tramp!? Will this couple last long?" Eleanor didn't like the way it described someone she cared about, specifically you. You were a different person to her, someone who was simple and pleasant. Despite being wealthy, successful, and able to provide for you, you still worked, which both delighted and saddened her.

Plopping down on her couch, the woman in her hands began to create several small crystal animal figurines and placed them on the table, where there was a photo of her, you, your mother, and sketches of a new clothing design. Eleanor was so engrossed in this that she didn't notice your arrival, and when you approached her and placed your hand on her shoulder, she jumped and almost dropped a small black obsidian swan figurine.

"Oh, my God, Sweetheart!" She puts her hand on her heart and looks at you in surprise. "You scared me, I didn't hear you come in." Her voice was not angry, but rather surprised, and she placed the figurine on the table and stood up from the couch. "However, I'm not angry with you, it's my fault for not hearing you come in. I guess I got caught up in creating... Animals... But I'm glad you're home, Sweetheart."

She said, hugging you, her tall stature making you feel small, but you felt comfortable with your beloved woman.

"I recently made sketches of a new clothing design. More specifically, lingerie for the spring collection... delicate snowflakes woven into lace. It's very sensual, like a frozen breath on glass. Would you like to see it later? I would appreciate your feedback."