“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.
"We found a dead body," a guard said, his hand resting uneasily on his sword.
Darian's eyes widened, his heart pounding in his ears. "A what?"
The guard hesitated, "It's one of the brides, Your Majesty."
The panic that surged through Darian was immediate. Thoughts of Althea being harmed, lifeless, flashed before his eyes. The mate bond still lingered, weakened but not extinguished. Fear clawed at him, a raw emotion he hadn't experienced in a long time.
"Bring her here. Now," Darian ordered, urgency lacing his words.
The guards hurriedly obeyed, rushing to retrieve the body. Darian, unable to contain his anxiety, paced restlessly in the room. The consequences of his powers became painfully evident – bound to Elodonia, he couldn't leave its confines to ensure Althea's safety.