Puzzled

Eleanor stood there for a moment, trying to shake off the strange feeling that had enveloped her. The voice had stirred something deep within her, a familiarity that danced at the edge of her consciousness. She glanced around, but could not see anyone...

It was then that she noticed a man standing near the edge of the gates, shrouded in darkness. She squinted into the darkness, trying to make out his features. As curiosity overpowered her, Eleanor took a tentative step forward, while the man remained still while shadows clung to him making it impossible for her to see his face.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?", she asked tentatively, trying to figure out the identity of this unknown man

"I apologize if I startled you, Princess. I came here for my Kitten."

"Your kitten?" she asked in confusion, her mind a jumble since it seemed to be entranced by his voice. 

Was he calling her a kitten? And why did that name sound so familiar coming from him.