Althea stood alone on the balcony, her gaze fixed on the sprawling landscape that stretched out before her.
The early afternoon air was warm and carried with it the gentle caress of the sun, bathing the castle grounds in a soft, golden glow. She couldn't help but sigh, her thoughts filled with the complexities of life within the castle walls.
It was a peculiar world she had been thrust into, a place where the maids treated all the brides as equals, regardless of their backgrounds
In a way, she understood their reasoning—they had all come from troubled families, each with their own dark secrets and desperate circumstances.
Ariana, once a prostitute, had found herself in this strange new life. Heather had been a wrestler in her previous existence, a life filled with sweat and struggle. Fiona, on the other hand, remained shrouded in mystery, her past hidden behind a veil of enigma.