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Eleanor Tyrell was not kind. No one ever dared to question that and you'd had to be a fool to see gentleness where there was none at all. She did not conceal her cruelty, nor her pride. In fact, she thought it suited her.
When Prince Maekar tried to wed his son Aerion in a desperate attempt to tame him, Lord Leo Tyrell didn't hesitate to secure that match for his own daughter, hoping it would tame her just the same.
It didn't.
Aerion and Eleanor were like flame to flame, igniting a wildfire, leaving nothing but destruction in their way. A match made in hell. They desired each other fiercely and yet there was no man Eleanor despised more.
Throughout the years they learned how to speak the same language, the language of ambition. The hunger for power ignited something inside of them, consuming both until there was nothing left of them anymore.
Just death.
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