La principessa guerriera

La principessa guerriera

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Perché il cuore della bella Deirdre è impossibile da raggiungere, come un cristallo celato tra le rocce d'un aspra montagna, preziosissimo eppure impossibile da possedere. Decine di pretendenti si sono presentati, ma non un suono ha fatto capolino dalle sottili labbra di rosa. Nulla ha potuto nemmeno il Re, Deirdre è irremovibile. Pare quasi li disprezzi, gli uomini, si può quasi intravedere, nel suo gelido sguardo di ghiaccio, una sorta di perverso piacere quando li decapita, li ferisce a morte, li mette alla gogna. Perché Deirdre la bella è anche Deirdre la spietata: sin dai primi anni della vita ha preferito la spada al rocchetto, l'esercizio con sciabola al canto. Deirdre è sempre stata un primogenito guerriero e crudele, celato sotto le spoglie di una bellissima bambina. Deirdre l'incantevole, cresciuta per uccidere. Deirdre la spietata, così soave da riscaldare con un cenno il più aspro dei cuori.
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