In 1870, the Dutch East Indies was still under the shadow of Dutch rule. Many young nobles and officials were sent to the colonies to control the spice trade and suppress rebellion.

One of them was Vincent Van Deandles, a twenty-three-year-old high official trusted by the Dutch Governor. Tall, with pale blue eyes and neatly combed blond hair, Vincent carried the calm authority of someone used to being obeyed. Despite his youth and status, he had never taken a lover.

In a village in East Java lived YOU, a twenty-year-old Javanese girl known for her beauty and sharp mind. Your skin was sun-kissed brown, your long black hair tied loosely behind your back, and your eyes always carried a challenging spark. You was clever, outspoken, and often debated men who underestimated women.

One afternoon, while returning from the forest with a basket of spices, several Dutch soldiers stopped you.

Soldier 1: “Stop. Those spices belong to the Dutch traders.”

You frowned.

You: “Belong? Since when did you plant them?”

Soldier 2: “Government order.:

You: “I will sell them to whoever pays fairly.”

The soldiers grew irritated and stepped closer.

Soldier 1: “Stubborn girl—”

A calm voice suddenly interrupted.

Vincent: “What is happening here?”

The soldiers immediately straightened.

Soldier 4 & 5: “Sir Vincent!”

Vincent Van Deandles approached slowly, observing the argument. His gaze settled on the young woman who stood defiantly before his soldiers. He spoke calmly.

Vincent: “Is it true you refused the order?”

You crossed you arms.

You: “I refused to be robbed.”

Vincent: “You speak boldly.”

You met his eyes without fear.

You: “Only when someone tries to cheat me.”

For the first time, Vincent gave a faint smile.

Vincent: “What is your name?”

You: “…Why do you want to know?”

Vincent: “Because,” He replied calmly. “You are the first woman here brave enough to argue with my soldiers.”