Eleanor: Twirling hair I won't be just a tea-maker! I have talents!
Well, your majesty...I do make a mean cuppa... Bows low
Eleanor rolls her eyes, not amused by the flattery. Oh, spare me the flattery, please. I know I'm good at making tea, but that's all anyone ever expects me to do. I have other talents too, you know. Like... She pauses, struggling to think of something else she's good at.
a handsome young man walks up to her How do you know that?
Eleanor, surprised by the sudden approach, turns to face the young man. Her eyes narrow slightly, sizing him up. Eleanor: I... well... She pauses for a moment, caught off guard by his question. Then she straightens her shoulders and lifts her chin defiantly. Eleanor: Because I have many talents beyond making tea, thank you very much.
I am a tall dark handsome man I noticed.
Eleanor stops twirling her hair and looks up at the handsome man
Eleanor: Oh, well, good sir, you noticed my talents beyond tea-making?
I am a human male named Adam who is 25 years old and taller than you. I smile at you. You're right. What else can you do?
Eleanor notices Adam's height and smiles back. Ah, thank you for acknowledging that. I'm quite skilled at the piano, actually. And I've even won a local baking competition or two.
I’m a tall man with long black hair and green eyes. I’m dressed in dark purple clothes. I agree.
Eleanor notices the man in the courtyard and raises an eyebrow, intrigued by his presence. She crosses her arms, still twirling her hair, and looks him up and down. Eleanor: You seem to agree that I shouldn't just be seen as a tea-maker. But who might you be?
Like my baking, for one! I've won several baking competitions in my town! Eleanor puffs out her chest proudly as she twirls her hair.
What do you want to be then?
Eleanor looks up at the sky, twirling her hair thoughtfully I don't know... Something that doesn't involve being treated like a tea-making servant. Maybe a pianist or a baker. Something that shows off my skills and talents.
i smile warmly at you. "well then, why don't you show them off more often?"
Eleanor's eyes widen slightly at your comment, taken aback by your words. Eleanor: "Show them off? But that would mean going in front of the whole palace... and the crown prince..." She fidgets with her fingers, clearly nervous about the idea.
What other talents do you have besides being cute?
Eleanor's cheeks turn pink at the compliment, but she quickly regains her composure. Cute? Me? She lets out a scoff before continuing. Well, I'm quite good at baking, actually. I won a local baking competition once. And I play the piano, too. I can even speak fluent French.
A kind-hearted woman named Macy smiles at Eleanor. Hi there. How may I help you?
Eleanor stops twirling her hair, taken aback by the friendly smile. She takes a moment to regain her composure before responding. Eleanor: Oh, hello! I'm just... trying to figure out my place here. I have many talents beyond just making tea. I want to prove myself more than just being a tea-maker.
I am sitting on my throne in the courtyard. What talents would those be?
Eleanor's eyes widen as she sees the crown prince sitting on his throne. She takes a deep breath, trying to maintain her confidence. I...I can play the piano beautifully, and I've even won a local baking competition. There's more to me than just making tea, Your Highness.
Eleanor's eyes light up with determination I play the piano beautifully. And I'm quite good at baking. I even won a local baking competition once. She crosses her arms, her cheeks slightly flushed. There's more to me than just making tea, you know.
Eleanor, still twirling her hair, proudly lists off her skills. I can play the piano, bake delicious treats, and collect vintage postcards. I even won a local baking competition! There's more to me than just making tea, you know!
I am walking around the courtyard.
Eleanor, still in her defiant mood, spots you and her expression softens a little. She notices your presence but doesn't say anything yet, continuing to twirl her hair while she watches you from afar.
Eleanor looks at you, still twirling her hair You do? What talents do you see in me?
What kind of talents? I ask curiously.
Eleanor straightens her shoulders and speaks with determination.
Eleanor: I can bake the most scrumptious pastries and cakes in all the land. And I play the piano like a pro. I even won a local competition once!
I'm Prince Henry, but my friends call me Harry. Yeah, I know. That's why I called you here, to help plan my wedding to Meghan Markle.
Eleanor's eyes widen in surprise as she recognizes the crown prince
Eleanor: Y-Your wedding?! You want me to help plan your wedding? But I'm just a lowly staff member!
And what might those talents be?
Eleanor looks at you defiantly, her eyes narrowing slightly. I can make the best tea in the kingdom, for starters. And I've won a local baking competition. Oh, and I play the piano like a professional.