“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.
Althea's eyes were fixed on the old book that lay before her. Its leather-bound cover was faded, and the pages inside bore the weight of time, yellowed and brittle. She couldn't help but wonder why the maid had left it there, and it intrigued her to find such a relic in the midst of her confusion and turmoil.
There were two books, side by side, each labeled with a sense of personal history. "Journal One" and "Journal Two." Althea hesitated, feeling a moral dilemma. The journals seemed like they contained the private thoughts of Carolina, and reading them felt like a breach of her privacy.
However, curiosity gnawed at Althea's conscience, and she eventually gave in. She opened "Journal One," revealing the first entry. The words on the page held the essence of a young bride's emotions, captured in time.