When her eyes opened again, an eerie light entered her pupils, making them get covered by their protective eyelids. But the pupils rebelled and wanted to see the world outside from which the eyelids were trying to protect it.
A spark of light entered her eyes, and she could finally see where she was. It looked like a round room, probably a room in some long tower. It was dark and the only source of light was the window ahead of her. The walls were made out of bricks and the huge wooden boxes that surrounded her seemed empty.
Eleanore had no idea where she was. Just as she wondered, a sharp pain passed through her head. Reminding her of what had happened to her. When she tried to rub that wounded area, she realized that her hands were locked.
They were tied behind the chair she was sitting in. Both her legs were also tied along with the legs of that same wooden chair.
