Silence.
The worst thing that could happen dwelling in sorrow.
Now Eleanor sounded like her father.
Her father.
She'd lost too much.
Seen to much.
Killed too many.
And everyone died because of her.
Every single last one.
And no one could tell her otherwise.
Because it was her fault.
All her fault.
Flashback.
"Auntie!" Eleanor screamed running up and hugging her aunts torso.
"Hey Eleanor!"
"I haven't seen you in a while!" Eleanor brushed herself off.
"Yes I know I'm sorry but me and your uncle have been busy." Her aunt gave a wink to her uncle.
Eleanor thinking the worst.
"Oh ew!"
"Oh no not that dea-r"
"Auntie are you okay?"
"Yes, Eleanor." Her aunt dropped her voice. "I've forgotten where would the weakest point of the kingdom be?"
Eleanor happily told her.
"The east auntie near the Forrest! Why do you want to know?"
"Because I'm thinking of... Moving troops there to protect our kingdom."
The day after they attacked the castle from the east.
End of flashback.
It was all Eleanor's fault just like her triplets death.
Just like Cassandra the third born in Huma family.
She'd killed her own blood spilt her own blood.
And for that she'd never be forgiven.