From afar, Elliot's eyes darted at the Royal Palace's towering spires, revealing a glint perched atop with moonlight.
He was in a seat with his family. But after thinking it would take them some time to reach the place, he leaned back and closed his eyes. From his eyelids weighed so heavily, he could never muster an ounce of strength despite such recovery from Anasthasia.
'I'd be damned to know if Eleanor had something to do with this.' He propped his forearm on his face, not wanting to see any flashing lights that beam on his eyelids.
All he needed was to embrace the darkness.
A groan escaped his lips, garnering the attention of them, but they could ruefully smile at each other. For a while, his muscles relaxed, but in no way he could move them. His mind remained afloat before drifting into consciousness.
