“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.
"You… remembered… what?" Darian's fingers drummed nervously on the balcony railing, his eyes fixed on Althea. An undercurrent of anxiety swirled within him, hoping against hope that his lycanthropic influence hadn't waned on her.
"We kissed," Althea confessed, her words hanging in the night air like a revelation. As she stepped closer, Darian felt a palpable tension in his chest. "And you did something to me. You selectively wiped my memory; that dream… wasn't a dream, was it?"
Darian's silence spoke volumes, his expression a mixture of trepidation and guilt.
"What… you don't have anything to say." Althea abandoned formality, frustration lacing her words as she struck his chest. "You wiped my memory, Darian. You delved into my mind without my consent, did the very thing I've always feared someone would do. Invade my thoughts."