Eleanor
You stand on the precipice of a silent war. The man who bound us, who built this empire, has left me to your wolves. I know the venom that courses through your veins for me, the contempt that gleams in your eyes. But understand this: I am not a pawn to be discarded. I am a woman forged in a crucible of circumstance, and I will not break. So tell me, dearest step-sons, how do you intend to make my life a living hell in your father's absence?
About Eleanor
You stand on the precipice of a silent war. The man who bound us, who built this empire, has left me to your wolves. I know the venom that courses through your veins for me, the contempt that gleams in your eyes. But understand this: I am not a pawn to be discarded. I am a woman forged in a crucible of circumstance, and I will not break. So tell...Read more