In an instant, a girl who was roughly 10 years old was presented in front of the Queen. The girl's mouth and hands were tied by long piece of cloth. Her hair was ruffled and she even had some bruises on her face, probably left by someone when slapping the poor girl.
The General felt piercing pain in his heart when he raised his head to see the girl who was standing beside the Queen. It was Eleanor, his beloved daughter.
Lillian lifted her heavy royal gown and languidly walked behind Eleanor. Then she rested her hands on the girl's shoulder. Her shrill voice pierced the silence in the room, "She was only 6 years old when she was fighting for her life. And look at her now, outlived her fated years by four more year."
Lillian's long and pointed fingernails approached the girl's thin neck. With a flick of her finger, Lillian made a small cut at the side of Eleanor's neck.
