“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.
He didn't understand what was going on with her. Darian watched as the physician tried to tie her down as much as possible.
He crossed his legs as he watched the situation unfold, an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. Each convulsion she endured seemed to resonate within him, as if some invisible thread connected their fates.
The pain that surged through Darian with every one of her convulsions was a visceral and overwhelming sensation. It was as though invisible, electric tendrils extended from her quivering form and coursed through his own body.
With each spasm, he could feel the tremors echoing within his muscles, aching as if they were his own. It was a disorienting and intense discomfort that seemed to emanate from the depths of his being, spreading through his chest and down into his extremities.