““Initially, Anastasia picked at her meal with delicate spoonfuls and sips, demonstrating court decorum and the elegance expected of a princess. The tender cuts of meat tasted like rabbit, accompanied by hearty root vegetables and flavorful spices. No meal had ever tasted so fine. Eleanor squinted at her with her cloudy gray eyes. “There are no members of royalty here,” she said with a quiet smile. “I won’t judge.””
