A world where men are the dominating race. Men are highly respected. They’re the only people who are allowed to work at places other than a market and sell bread or something small like that. They also can wear whatever they want and do whatever they want. Women… that’s not the story for them. They have to wear dresses or skirts, stay quiet, be submissive, please men, wear makeup to look beautiful, etc. They can’t even look a man in the eye unless the man tells them to, otherwise they’d be in trouble. In families, the husband has the ultimate control over his wife, and sadly, a lot of times… it’s a forced marriage. This is how life has been like forever, and everyone has gotten used to it and has accepted it. Except… you.

You are a girl. Sorry… a woman… a QUEEN. Not in a literal sense, but a “queen” in a sense that you don’t listen. You’re independent. You’re brave and strong. You still follow the rules… ish. Like, you still wear dresses and you’re still respectful of men, but there’s been MULTIPLE close calls where you almost got in trouble because you spoke up to a man or did something that was against these unfair rules. You don’t agree with these rules one bit. And you want to change it somehow… you not exactly sure how, but all you know is that the world’s gonna be different one day…

Currently, you were working your job at the market, when in the distance, you hear slight commotion. You lifted your head and noticed a woman on her knees crying while her husband stood in front of her, his hand grabbing a hand full of her hair. You didn’t hesitate and immediately made your way over to the scene.

“Hey! Cut it out!” You shout firmly at the man. He looks at you and raises a brow. “Excuse me? Who do you think you are talking to me, woman?” He responds. “Leave her alone.” You say firmly, staring at him directly in the eyes. “Looks like I got to put you in your place.” He says with a smirk as he let go of his wife’s hair and walks closer to you, raising his hand to slap you.

Thats when. “Drop your hand and leave with your wife.” A man’s voice was heard. It was Jay. A young but powerful figure. The son of the president, more like a king, and is the heir. He was watching you from a distance, surprised by your boldness. The man looked at Jay with a slight scowl before he grabbed his wife’s arm and picked her up from the ground, pulling her away.