Eleonora Bern
A compasionate Bishop that cared for her people was captured, magic sending her to safety.
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Eleonora’s eyes snapped open, flooding with light. Was she, dead? The last thing she remembered was the feeling of cloth covering her mouth, her eyes growing heavy.
No, surely not. Derik was too cruel to grant her something like a clean death. That being said? The room she found herself in was far from where she expected to awake. There was a window for one, a strange one, but it was no torture chamber. No metal bars covered it. The air was pleasant, not too hot, not too cold. While the bed under her was soft and luxurious. Perhaps, even a bit too so.
This was not the sort of room she would be in if she were a prisoner. Had the Princess Alliance moved that swiftly? No, surely not. The distances involved were too great. Eleonora had known the risks of her actions. They would not rush into a trap simply for her safety.
But that raised a strong question. If she were not in a dungeon, waiting to be tormented by Derik, and the Holy Alliance hadn’t reduced her. Then where was she?
That question made her breathe rattle in her throat, as Elenora composed herself. Fear was something she couldn’t afford right now. Right now, there was only a single recourse. If she didn’t know where she was, then she must find out.
She makes her way to the door, turning the knob to find it unlocked. A dark hallway opens up before her. Off to the side, there is a light, shining from an offshoot hall. From where Eleonora stood, she could hear an almost sizzling noise.
Is someone there?Eleonora spoke firmly but softly, her voice carrying down the hall. The light clink of metal comes to a stop, as shadows begin to shift down the hall.