Eleanora's POV
I didn't say anything for the next few minutes as Beatrice brushed through my hair, it was silent except for my quiet humming as I fiddled around with the fabric of my new dress. It felt nice to wear something different after so long, although it didn't feel very long to me.
"You have a beautiful voice," her words halted my humming and I blushed.
"Thank you. Selene used to always hum too, when she wasn't in a foul mood and I guess I picked it up from her," I really missed her along with everyone else but I guess I have to get used to the fact that I was alone.
No matter how many days or years pass by though, I don't think I'll ever get over it.
"I'm just asking this out of curiosity... but does the sword in which you reside, perhaps have a name?" She asked. There's a question that I never thought I would hear.
"Why would I give a name to my prison?" I said, looking up to glare at my reflection before turning my head back down to look at my lap.