The next day, the two of them woke up very early. This was intentional; Eleanor had requested it before bed last night.
She didn't want to run into too many people. She didn't even call for Ejiva.
Normally, Ejiva would help her change her clothes.
Her clothes were all rather inconvenient to wear—they were all gowns, formal in nature, made of fine fabrics and featuring many embellishments.
Today, she had changed into an emerald green long gown. While the hem didn't drag on the floor, it was only four or five centimeters from the ground. According to her, this was her most practical outfit.
She also wore a light blue circular Cloak, with a red sash at her waist, and a small, round, veiled hat.
'She probably doesn't like running around.'
'But this is normal, isn't it?' He suddenly thought of Emma.
She seemed to favor that style too much—no, perhaps she didn't like dresses at all. Eric remembered that on the day of Robert's coronation in London, she had worn trousers.
