“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 day of the Calamarie arrived, and the castle buzzed with feverish activity as preparations were underway for the grand event. Dukes, duchesses, governors, and various dignitaries would soon arrive to witness the thrilling horse racing game. The entire castle was abuzz with anticipation, and everyone was caught up in the whirlwind of last-minute arrangements.
In the midst of the organized chaos, the maids were diligently working on Althea's attire. The delicate fabrics and intricate details of her gown were being carefully attended to. The air was filled with the scent of flowers and the gentle hum of whispered conversations.
As Althea stood amidst the flurry of activity, the maids focused on tightening her corset and adjusting the ribbons. She couldn't help but wince as the corset was cinched tighter. "I thought we were going for horse riding, but how can I ride if I'm dying?" she exclaimed, a hint of discomfort in her voice.