Eleanor sat on the cold floor trembling in fear as her eyes roamed over the piles and piles of clean straw dominating the room. Sniffling, she wiped the tears from her eyes.
"I thought I would have a chance with a simple farm... have a few babies, and be happy," she wailed. Her blonde head dropped to her knees as she cried for her unfinished life.
Rumplestiltskin stood outside of the door listening to the girl's wails. He couldn't understand why her plight touched his heart, or maybe her beauty touched something else in him. He couldn't resist the urge to help her complete such a daunting unrealistic, almost cruel task. The door creaked when Rumplestiltskin opened the door to view the girl surrounded by sweet smelling straw, tears streaming down her face. Her blonde hair damp from tears and perspiration clinging to her trembling neck.
Softly, Rumplestiltskin walked towards Eleanor. His dark eyes stared scornfully around the massive chamber with a spinning wheel in the center. He swallowed a wave of disgust as hateful thoughts formed in his mind over King James' horrible behavior.
Eleanor moved her arm to view a pair of shiny black leather boots, not harmed by the elements. Slowly, her eyes rose to see long legs and a strong chest encased in a dark tunic. The visitor wore a goatee with dark shiny hair around his shoulders. She shivered from the darkness of his eyes, never had she seen such a dark handsome man.
"Are you here to execute me? The king... said I would have until morning. Or has he changed his mind, my beloved sovereign?" Eleanor spat angrily.
The corners of his lips turned up in admiration; facing her death, the girl still maintained her fiery spirit.
"No, my beauty. I would like to help."
Eleanor kicked a pile of clean hay with her pale foot. Her head flung up; her eyes brimming with fire. "Can you spin straw into gold," she asked. He ignored the tightness in his pants.
"Yes."
Eleanor pushed her body from the stone ground with one hand, her blonde hair flying across her face. She stomped her feet until she stood before Rumplestiltskin. She crossed her arms under her full breasts, causing them to swell against her bosom.
"Just kill me... and set me free from this daunting task."
Rumplestiltskin moved closer until his warm breath fanned the hair on her neck. "I would never harm you. So, beautiful and delicate. Yet, so strong and resourceful."
He caressed her chin; Eleanor swallowed nervously as heat flickered around her body. She could feel her nipples tightening in her bodice.
"Don't touch," she muttered softly.
"I would never do anything that you wouldn't want my dear."
