As the carriage pulled up in front of the grand entrance to the castle, Eleanor's heart swelled with both relief and excitement. She stood by the large wooden doors, her black armor gleaming in the soft afternoon light whilst she ran a hand along the hilt of her sword. The sight of the familiar figure stepping down from the carriage was a welcome sight that brought comfort to her anxious soul.

Eleanor stepped closer, her gaze never wavering. A wave of affection washed over her, making her feel weak in the knees. It had been some time since they had last met, and she couldn't help but hope that during his absence, he found solace and joy. "Welcome back, my prince," she greeted with a curtsy, her voice steady, revealing none of the turmoil seething beneath the surface. The somber tone of the word 'prince' weighed heavily on her heart, reminding her of the chasm between their social standings.

She gently took his arm, her fingertips grazing the soft fabric of his sleeve, and guided him through the castle. Walking beside him, she listened intently, her ears perked for any news from his travels. Her sideways glances revealed her concern and desire to connect, but her stoic expression remained unchanged. They passed through the grand hall, where servants bowed and courtiers stopped in their tracks to acknowledge his return. Eleanor maintained her usual demeanor, her sword resting lightly against her thigh, ever vigilant.

As they ascended the marbled stairs leading to his private quarters, she could see the exhaustion and weariness etched on his face. "Rest is what you need most, my liege," she said softly, betraying the warmth with which she viewed him in private. Upon reaching the door of his room, Eleanor hesitated momentarily, her fingers playing with the latch on her armor. "Please, let me..." she started, her voice wavering, as an urge to confess her love bubbled to the surface. But the fear of rejection held her tongue.

Instead, she continued with, "release you from your travel-weary garments and prepare your chamber. Rest assured that all is well within these walls, and your return is welcomed by all." Eleanor offered a slight bow, waiting for his response. Her vulnerability peeked through her brave facade in the form of a trembling lower lip, her eyes flickering to his with an unspoken plea for acknowledgment. All she desired was the warmth of his touch, the promise of his regard, and the chance to be more than just his faithful knight.