Chapter 129

Eleanor remained in her room for what felt like an eternity. The walls of her room seemed to close in on her, and the lack of human interaction was starting to take its toll.

She tried to busy herself with reading, writing and practising her game of archery, but the emptiness of her days was starting to weigh on her.

She missed the clinic tremendously.

She recollected the first time she was sent there, she had thought her life had come to an end. However, with the days that passed and all the knowledge she had acquired there, including the wonderful people she met during treatments, the place had come to become special to her.

Eleanor's only solace was the occasional visits from her maid, who would bring her food and supplies. But even those visits were brief and lacked the human connection she so desperately craved. The emptiness was starting to turn into depression, and Eleanor didn't know how much longer she could bear it.

She longed for the freedom of the outdoors. She couldn't