“I can only be the villain for you. Never to you” “I don't care…because I would do the same” Althea said with a slight smirk on her lips. *** All her life, Althea wanted a simple life. She had the love of her life and she would have his kids. But everything changed when he broke her heart. The King of Elodonia is now looking for a mate. One to be his queen and wife. Althea prays she would not be chosen but unfortunately fate wasn't on her side. But who said the king was looking for a queen? No, he was looking for his next plaything and he may have found his victim in the heart of a young woman. Life wasn't a bed of roses, so don't expect fluffiness in the castle.
Carolina's ethereal presence lingered as Althea rose, the elm stone still cradled in her hand. Carolina's ghostly smile persisted, and she spoke with a sense of melancholy, "You look just like her."
Althea furrowed her brow, confusion etching her features. "Like who?"
Carolina's eyes held a mixture of sorrow and recognition. "My sister."
Althea's expression shifted to one of disbelief. "Margaret? But she never spoke of any family, and my mother—"
Carolina gently interrupted, "Not Margaret. My sister, Joseline. The one who gave you away to Margaret."
Althea's eyes widened in astonishment. "Joseline? She's is my real mother?"
Carolina nodded. "Yes, and she chose Margaret as the guardian because she was the least suspected. But there's more, Althea."
Althea, eager for answers, urged Carolina to continue. "What do you mean?"