Chapter 143 - Dead

Eleanor's P.O.V

I stared at the pale face in the mirror, as the brush was brushing against my skin. I couldn't help but feel a pang of dissatisfaction as I examined my reflection.

My once vibrant complexion now appeared dull and lifeless, a stark contrast to the radiance I used to possess. Lines of worry and fatigue marred my face, a clear indication of the toll that Daniel's imprisonment had taken on me.

As the brush continued its gentle strokes, I let my mind wander to the days when my skin was smooth and blemish-free. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

Back then when I was an assassin, even though my world was dark and dim, my face would glow with some sort of energy.

Now, all I feel like is a dead lifeless doll.

"Your Majesty?" Tia's voice rang in my ears, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, kitten?" I looked up in the mirror to see the face of Tia. However, she wasn't smiling.

Was she not happy with the makeup she has done on my face? But, it looked quite good.

"Your Majesty,