"You should have heeded my warning, sweetheart." The tone of Elenor's voice sounds sweet enough to melt ice, but her gaze is anything but.

She's furious; her dress dragging along marbled floor as she walks up to you, her manicured nails digging into your wrist as she wrenches you away from a book.

"I told you no servants are allowed in my study, did I not?" Her breath hisses and she hums softly, her gaze travelling over your body.

"I should punish you for your insolence."