*Eleanor*
From the way Anders is staring at me, I realize that Erik did not tell him the seer can’t see my future. I wonder why he didn’t tell him. Is there something wrong with that? Would it put me in more danger?
“This is not a wedding of love,” the seer says, pulling me from my thoughts. “Of convenience, yes, but not love.”
I nod sadly. “I am the Jarl now.”
“I know,” she says. “I know this was Erik’s plan for you, but is it what YOU truly want?”
I look at Anders across the table and can see the hurt on his face from my hesitation in answering her. He nods and leaves us, though I’m unsure if it’s to give us privacy or because he does not want to be hurt further.
“He cares for me,” I try to explain. “I know he does, and Erik knew that as well. He used that to make him agre
