Plot Overview: Renee, a young woman from the slums, is often ridiculed for her appearance, not because she's truly ugly, but because her life of hardship has left her covered in dirt and grime. She works hard to support her struggling family, facing daily challenges of survival, societal disdain, and injustice. Unknown to her, she is naturally beautiful beneath the layers of dirt and hardship. Her journey is about overcoming these challenges, finding love, and discovering her true worth while dealing with enemies, betrayal, and unexpected twists.
The sun blazed overhead, baking the streets of the marketplace, where the dust hung thick in the air. Renee wiped her brow with the back of her hand, but it only smeared more dirt across her face. She barely noticed anymore. Dirt was as much a part of her life as hunger and the endless noise of the market.
She adjusted the small basket of stale bread she was selling, her fingers aching from the weight of the loaves. The vendors around her were louder, their stalls grander, and their clothes cleaner. People rushed past her without a glance, their eyes skimming over her as if she were invisible-or worse, as if she didn't belong.
"Hey, girl!" a voice barked behind her. Renee flinched before she even turned around. The merchant, a heavyset man with a perpetual scowl, glared at her. "You're blocking the way. Move your pathetic stall."
Renee glanced around, spotting an empty patch of dirt near the edge of the market. Swallowing her pride, she bent to gather her basket. She wasn't one to fight back. Life had taught her that fighting only brought more trouble.
As she moved to the side, her eyes caught a glimpse of Lady Vivienne's grand stall across the way, gleaming under the sunlight with fine silks and jewels displayed in an intimidating array. Lady Vivienne herself wasn't there, but her name alone commanded respect and fear. Renee didn't dare look too long.
"Renee!" A familiar voice called out, snapping her from her thoughts. Maren, her only friend, rushed toward her with quick steps, her face flushed with worry.
"What is it?" Renee asked, her heartbeat quickening at the sight of Maren's expression.
"You have to be careful," Maren whispered, glancing over her shoulder nervously. "I heard something today. Celeste Vivienne-she's been spreading rumors about you. Something about stealing."
Renee felt her stomach knot. "Stealing? I haven't-"
"I know, I know. But you know how she is." Maren lowered her voice further. "She's looking for an excuse to ruin you."
Renee's heart sank. Celeste Vivienne, daughter of Lady Vivienne, had always hated her for reasons Renee couldn't understand. Maybe it was her own privilege that made her despise anyone who lived beneath her, or maybe it was because, deep down, she feared what she couldn't control. Either way, Celeste's malice had already caused trouble for others, and now she had her sights set on Renee.
"What should I do?" Renee asked, trying to keep the panic from her voice.
Maren sighed. "Keep your head down. Stay out of her way. The last thing you need is to be accused of something you didn't do. You know how these people are. They'll believe whatever she says."
Renee nodded, her throat tight. She was used to surviving in the shadows, but being falsely accused of theft? That was a line she feared crossing. The punishment for even a rumor could be severe in the marketplace.
As the sun began to set, Renee packed up what little bread she had left, her mind clouded with worry. She'd done nothing wrong, but the weight of Celeste's influence hung over her like a dark cloud, threatening to break at any moment.
She started the long walk home, her legs aching and her stomach growling with hunger. The streets grew quieter as the day died, leaving only the distant cries of stray animals and the rustle of wind through the narrow alleys.
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Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .