"I was six at that time." She began, but Flora didn't stop. She knew another excuse was coming her way. "It was the darkest night of my life, after my father's sudden death."
Flora stopped. This was the first time Eleanore had ever talked about her father or her mother. So, her feet stopped instinctively, however she had no desire to hear this. Yet her body wouldn't listen to her.
"I was woken up by her and locked up in a closet with soundproofing. I cried to her to not leave me in that place alone, but she didn't listen." Eleanore started to get the flashes of that dream she had seen, two months ago. Her heart started getting heavy as she continued.
"In that suffocating, closed closet with few of my favourite clothes hanging above me, I could only hear swords clashing." Her gaze turned to Flora's paused back.
