Eleanora blankly stared at Cathain. Thinking if he was trying to negotiate with her, like exchanging information.
In the past, Eleanora was only ten when she first had a crush on him. At twelve, she realised her feelings for Cathain.
At fourteen, she knew she was in love with him when she danced with him at his coming of age ceremony.
All her life she had grown up believing that he would be her one day, hoping she would make him proud.
She was groomed, controlled, and moulded to become the perfect empress from the moment she was born.
She remembered when she first felt their magic bond connecting them together after her coming of age ceremony.
It was like the air around him shimmered, beckoning her forward, demanding that she gravitate around him.
Pulling her towards him like a magnate.
In the world of darkness, he was the only shiny person to her, who could save her, complete her.
