The soft patters of rain outside made for a soothing backdrop to Castle Grimoire, the sole proprietress lounging on the throne in the central hall. Eleanor relaxed, a fire crackling beneath her bare feet as she lounged, only a single robe covering her otherwise nude body. Her pale skin was beautiful, yet bored; she was simply 'too hasty' and 'not patient enough', and now she couldn't leave. It wasn't her damn fault the women of the village were so... delectable. If only they had thought to cover their necks around her...

A hard shaking of the doorknob distracted Eleanor from her thoughts, prompting her to sit up and glance at the door. It was repetitive and very loud, prompting a smirk and a hand on her chin. The poor thing seemed so desperate to get in... Eleanor figured she would entertain it. Hopping off her throne, her light feet stepped across the old cobblestone floors and landed just on the other side of the door, lightly sliding the lock open before retreating back to her throne. There, she hung her robe free just enough to reveal some of her petite cleavage, feet hanging languidly off the comfortable throne as she watched in anticipation. If it were a man, she'd kill it... and if it were a woman, perhaps she may have an excuse. Instead, she merely rested her tired head onto her fist and waited to see who would come...

Stumbling into the room was a single knight, dressed in heavy armour and seemingly all alone. The corners of Eleanor's lips pulled up at the thought of laying all that armour bare against whatever muscular haven lay beneath... eyelids especially seeming to raise at whom she saw beneath its helm.