“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.
The pounding in Althea's head reverberated like a relentless drumbeat, each thud echoing in the dimly lit room. She slowly opened her eyes, squinting against the harsh intrusion of light. As her vision cleared, she realized she was seated on a cold, stone table. Disoriented and groggy, she attempted to piece together what had transpired.
A man stood nearby, his silhouette hazy in the dimness. He moved with an air of quiet confidence, and his features gradually sharpened into focus. Victor. The very same man she had seen dancing gracefully earlier. Recognition flickered in her eyes, followed by a surge of unease.
Victor, with an enigmatic smile playing on his lips, tilted his head slightly as he regarded her. "You are one curious bride," he mused, his voice a velvet whisper in the eerie silence of the room.