Queen of Vengeance: Eleanor's Reign

ury throbbed, a dull, insistent pain. Sarah Jenkins, h

aid, her voice low, "she' s a

ll smile, "Michael s

," Sarah replied, her hands still working. "I

close to Eleanor' s quiet cottage, v

grant squat on the estate?" It was a young woma

relative they hide away. Spreading rumors, appa

concern etching lines on h

rew louder,

section. When I' m mistress here, th

n her cane. "Sarah, I think I shoul

s best to stay inside,"

She wouldn' t have such talk, such ugliness, so c

ve casual wear that looked out of place in the

or. Eleanor wore a simple dress, her grey hair neatly

smile playing on her lips. "Speak o