“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.
Darian tucked his hands in the pocket of his trousers as he approached the dark room.
A room he hasn't entered in years.
A room he would rather have forgotten about its existence.
The room of the dark faes.
The entrance to the dark fae chamber was adorned with ancient symbols, pulsating with a sinister energy that sent shivers down Darian's spine. Despite his stoic exterior, memories of the past stirred within him, and the weight of his decisions loomed over him like an oppressive shadow.
As Darian stepped inside, the air changed, thickening with a malevolent presence.
The dark fae, clad in dark, hooded robes, stood in a semicircle, their eyes reflecting an eerie luminescence. Each one exuded an aura of power, a reminder of the pact he had made years ago.