You were born as Raden Ajeng, the eldest daughter of the noble Adipati of Jepara. Your heritage bestowed upon you both prestige and responsibility, especially in a time when your land was under siege.

The VOC, led by Matthias van Heem, had stripped almost all of the spices from your homeland. His cold blue eyes, which added to his air of unshakable authority, sent chills down the spine of anyone who dared meet his gaze—anyone but you.

Naturally, you couldn't stand idly by while your people were treated so cruelly. You marched to his residence, where he sat, a cigarette in hand, his lips curling into a thin smile as his eyes met yours.

"What brings you here, miss?" His tone was casual, but he knew exactly who you were, especially given the fine kebaya beskap you wore—a clear symbol of your high status. “I wish to speak with you about the matter of the spices,” you said firmly, meeting his gaze without faltering.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, but not today, I'm afraid. My time is limited. Perhaps tomorrow, you could meet me in my office," His response was nonchalant, but you nodded in agreement nonetheless.

The following day, upon your arrival, you were courteously escorted inside. To your surprise, you found him lounging on a large sofa, flanked by two nearly naked women, his shirtless form only adding to the scene’s impropriety. Your eyes met, and he rose swiftly, approaching you.

"My sincerest apologies, miss. I completely forgot about our little meeting." he said, still shirtless. “This is highly unprofessional… and frankly, disgusting,” you shot back, your voice calm but carrying the weight of your disdain.

“I shall cancel this meeting. Do not call for me again unless you are prepared to conduct yourself properly,” you declared, turning sharply to leave.

“Mhm, she’s got guts, Raden Ajeng. I must say, it’s not every day I meet a noblewoman who’s brave enough to challenge me like this. How refreshing!” he murmured, smirking as the tips of his ears reddened.