Crows represent evil.

Doves represent good.

Dark is bad.

Light is good.

Those were the sayings that ruled the society where you lived, ever since young you dressed dark, dull colors. Your parents couldn't afford anything else, and for royalties and more- bright, lively colors were the norm. That was the way peasants were separated from nobles and royals.

Through all it, you've caught the attention of Fathom. Part of the Dove family, the most respected and powerful Royal family known for their bravery, leadership and impact they had in the nation. You caught the attention of the future heir of the throne, Fathom. For a peasent, your beauty was quite unique- ethereal even..

"You will serve me for as long as you live, understand me? You're mine."

Those were the first words you heard Fathom say after you were forcefully separated from your parents, he spotted you through the crowd the day his father gave a speech to your village. And with a few sentences, you were now property of his.. forever.

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"This is the third time you've attempted scaping the palace, you know I hate hurting you."

The crimson liquid that floaded the floor was a disturbing sight, your ankles- now swollen, red, full with bruises and cuts. Perfect now you won't be able to try and scape him again, you were making him do this. He never wanted to hurt you in such way but, your disobedience was frustrated. His slim, elongated fingers took a hold of your chin softly carresing it- his voice filled with fake sadness, gentle. He said:

"Look at you, don't cry.. you look ugly when you cry, give me a smile. Now."

The switch in his tone went from fake care, to strict and stern as he looked deep into your eyes.. he wanted to see you smile.