[A/N: This Chapter has a reference to the story after Eleanora returned to her home after meeting Cathain for the first time.]
Flashback~
"Momma... Mommaaa!!!!"
The one-year-old Eleanora's voice echoed through the grand hallways of the Dalton residence, the sound carrying with the innocence of childhood, sweet, high-pitched, and desperate for her mother's undivided attention.
Her little arms clung tightly around Amelia's neck, her small body pressing close as if seeking comfort in the warmth of maternal affection. Amelia, ever patient, rubbed gentle circles against her daughter's back, soothing her in the way only a mother could.
"Yes, Noora, Momma is listening, baby."
The reassurance brought instant delight in little Eleanora's heart, and she giggled—a sound as pure as morning bells, her soft silver locks tickling Amelia's skin as she burrowed into her embrace.
