Warning!
Suicidal tendencies are in this chapter!
You have been warned!

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Standing in front of the place my mother was buried, only a wooden plaque was in the ground, and the sea under this ledge where she's buried slammed it's waves upon the rocks of the ledge, and I held a red spider lily in my hands, which though it meant death, it was my mother's favorite flower, and it was my favorite flower too.
My mother was a slave, bought through the Silk Roads, which this country traded with China, Japan, and The Arabians.
My mother had golden hair, pale as snow skin, and vibrant green eyes, whilst I had golden hair, and golden hazel eyes.
My golden hair, and golden eyes I was told was a sign of dirty blood.
My mother bore me because my father couldn't keep his dick in his pants, and ever since then, I have been treated very foul, beaten, spat upon, called a bastard child, called dirty blood.

I couldn't handle anymore beatings now, and I was thinking of ending it all by jumping over the edge, and into the crashing waves hitting the ridge
But I heard a voice, which made me hide behind a thick tree that covered my body.
"Bochan, the salt of the ocean smells good does it not?"
I peek behind the thick tree hiding me, seeing a man with flowing black waist length hair tied up into a golden ribbon, he wore gold, black, and red robes, he had red eyes, he was muscular I could tell, and he was the most beautiful person I have seen in my life.

"Your majesty we should head to the Yuun household."
Bochan says to the Crown Prince.

"Yes, let's go."
I watch the two men leave, and I go my separate way, deciding to have him save me from my hell.

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The Crown Prince was in my household; my sister Meorang was all gussied up prettily, whilst I wore clothing that was dirty and rags, and I was standing off to the side, watching as the Crown Prince, who I saw earlier on the ledge by the ocean, walk up to my half-sister and my father.
I was the oldest out of us sisters, me thirty-two years old, and treated like utter shit for years on end alongside with my mother.
I weeped when my mother died when I was twenty, weeped at each beating I got, and today my half-sister was oggling the Crown Prince for his favor, and my fatass father, who's fatter than me, was grinning with a look of greed upon his face.
I knew they were plotting big time as I watched the two eye the Crown Prince greedily.

The Crown Prince went inside our humble household, and my father noticed me, and took a whip, and lashed my back, which I cry out in pain from it.
"You stupid bitch!
Standing and watching the Crown Prince!
Do you think you'll gain his favor you halfbreed?!"

"Father, wait!
She could help us gain the Crown Prince's favor, her pig-self, if she sits by me, can make my beauty shine more than her ugly-self, so the Crown Prince can take me as his bride."
Meorang smirked.

Our father smirked too.
"Yeah, servants get her dressed in moderate good clothing."

The servants nod, and dragged me away, and I was dressed out of my raggedy clothes, and into much better ones, golden and blue robes, but my golden hair was not put up in any ornaments, only stayed down to my shoulders.
I was sitting next to my half-sister now, her smiling at the Crown Prince, who sat upon my father's throne seat in our household, and many dancers entertained him, but he looked bored, yet his red eyes drifted to me and my half-sister.

I look away as my half-sister spat insults at me over the music, and I trembled in fear at her wrath, as she boldly laughed at me, and snarled out.
"You are dirty blood.
Daughter of a servant whore.
You'll never be accepted by the Crown Prince.
You are dirty blood.
Your gold hair is part of your filthy dirty blood of your mother!"

My father ignored my half-sister tormenting me, him sipping him some rice wine, and I look to the Crown Prince, and he stared at me with red firey eyes, which he stood up, saying.
"Bring something to me that is more entertaining."

My half-sister Meorang shoved me onto the silked red carpet before the Crown Prince, and I fell on my hands and knees, and I felt something cold go to my right side of my chubby neck, so I tilt my head up, seeing the Crown Prince had his blade upon my neck.
"Do you volunteer?"
He mused mockingly out, and I never flinched as he dug the tip of his blade a little more into my throat, causing blood to dribble in droplets to the silked red carpet.
He narrowed his red eyes down at me.
"Why are you not afraid?"

"Because you are beautiful, and one should not cower when before beauty."
I tell him bluntly and honestly.

He blinked, him looking like he was taken aback by my honest reply, and he pulled his blade away an inch.
"You are a courageous one."
He sheathed his blade.
"You shall live."
He sat back down, and my father then grabbed me by my arm, and dragged me outside, throwing me upon the cobblestone walkway.
He kicked my side several times, pain going through my body.

But as he did so, all of a sudden; The Crown Prince was now walking by, and I then lift my head, looking at the Crown Prince, who stopped to turn to look at me.
"Help!"
I cry out to him, tears going down my cheeks, and the Crown Prince narrowed his red eyes at me.

"Don't even think of asking for his majesty's help!"
I was kicked in my gut by my own bastard father.

I give the Crown Prince a desperate look, and he pulled his sword from it's sheath, and points it at my father.
"Enough beating on her.
It's disgusting."

My father bowed to the Crown Prince, him trembling.
"Bochan, bring her."
I watch as the Crown Prince's retainer grabbed me by my arm, and dragged me along.

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To be continued......