Eloise
Darling, you take the high horse
and I'll take the high road
and I'll take the high road
Eloise was absolutely not prepared for the cold. Were it not for the kindness of strangers (and by kindness, I mean heavily bribed), Eloise would not have made it to the palace. After all, the warmest clothing in Torchline was no match for the elements here, and Eloise' sunkissed skin felt as though it might never be smooth again give the relentless goosebumps.
But eventually, she had made it, mascara running from lashes turned to ice and then warmed within the walls of the Palace. Told to sit and wait like some commoner, Eloise tried to make herself more or less presentable. She knew of Zariah Launceleyn of course, the pair having dabbled in the same circles back in Northaven. While this was a brave new world they found themselves in, even Eloise knew it would do her no good to treat the Merciless as if she were anything but.
But eventually, she had made it, mascara running from lashes turned to ice and then warmed within the walls of the Palace. Told to sit and wait like some commoner, Eloise tried to make herself more or less presentable. She knew of Zariah Launceleyn of course, the pair having dabbled in the same circles back in Northaven. While this was a brave new world they found themselves in, even Eloise knew it would do her no good to treat the Merciless as if she were anything but.
If you're too good for us,
you'll be good riding solo
you'll be good riding solo
