Chapter 220: An Uncle
"Princess Eleanora is arriving."
As the herald made this announcement, a room full of old men leaned forward, looking to see the girl they had been waiting for.
Eleanora walked into the room hesitantly and glanced at the new faces around her. It seemed that the time she had been given as a reprieve after her accident was now at an end. She looked at the Queen sitting at the table and smiled, only to receive a cold look.
It was only her uncle who stood up and smiled," Eleanora, please come on in. I understand watching us all staring at you is a little disconcerting but don’t worry."
She smiled at the man gratefully. Alexander Sterling was truly a wonderful man and she could understand why he was considered a diplomat. He was really good at making people comfortable. She’d met him soon after her accident and if not for him, she would have been at a loss in adjusting to the Sterling family.
It probably helped that little Dora looked a lot like her father...She smiled nervously at the man as he guided her to an empty seat, his reassuring smile a stark contrast to the stern expression of the so-called ministers.
An elderly man with a long white beard cleared his throat and addressed Eleanora, "Princess, we have gathered here today to discuss a matter of great importance. We understand that your health has taken a hit but we cannot delay the matter too long. It has been almost two years since the King passed away and no one has yet ascended to his rightful place. This is giving others a chance to spread rumours and unrest."
Another man with a bald head and pot belly chimed in, "We believe, Princess, that the rightful heir to the throne should be determined through a fair and just process," With his eyes fixed on her, he continued, "There are those among us who believe that you should contest for the throne."
Eleanora’s brows furrowed in confusion. "Contest? But I thought my cousin—"