The golden rays of the morning sun bathed the grand palace as Eleanor's carriage rolled through the grand gates. Her heart raced with excitement at the sight of home—the magnificent Spanish palace with its intricate carvings, sprawling gardens, and tall spires standing proudly against the blue sky.
Eleanor leaned forward, a smile breaking across her face as the familiar scent of roses reached her. Her family's touch was everywhere in the palace, from the warm tones of its walls to the joyful energy it radiated.
As the carriage stopped, the grand doors of the palace opened, and her elder sister, Isabella, came rushing out. She was as radiant as ever, her dark curls bouncing as she ran, her green dress shimmering in the sunlight.
"Eleanor!" Isabella called, arms wide open.
Eleanor barely had time to step out before her sister enveloped her in a tight hug.