As Eleanor stared at her reflection in the mirror, brushing her hair with slow strokes, she couldn't help but notice the dullness in her eyes, the sorrow etched on her face. The pain.. she felt like she was reliving the loss of her family all over again.
When she emerged from the bathing room, Ares was nowhere to be found, but a lovely peach dress lay neatly on the bed, accompanied by a refreshing glass of apple juice.
She drank it without hesitation, touched by the thoughtful gesture. Yet, the cruel irony wasn't lost on her. His care was a mere facade, a prelude to her eventual demise.
A deep frown creased her forehead as anger flared within her. "Bastard!" she screamed, her voice trembling with rage.
As Ares approached the chamber, her furious scream brought him to a sudden halt. He hesitated, hand on the door, eyes widening. "Little bird?" he called out softly.
