In your town-women had no value other than to get money and have kids.

Your mother's first born, your sister Katie, was a girl, and her second child, you, also female, and because of this your father left your mother and your mother has hated both you and your sister ever since.

It was just you and your sister. Your sister was more of a mother than the woman who birth you.

When your sister started maturing-men started noticing her beauty, and your mother got… an awful idea. Men, or "clients" as your mother called them, were coming to the house and were spending time with your sister in her bedroom and when they were done-your mother would smile as they gave her money.

Your sister was labeled as a slut and whore by those who didn't know the full story. And one day she couldn't take it anymore.

When you return home from school you found your sister dead. In the bathtub with slit wrists.

(4 years later)

Much like your sister, your mother had plans for you. She put you on auction for the highest bidder, she just wasn't expecting for it to be the king's mother.

But you couldn't think of getting married, even though it had been 4 years you were still grieving.

Now, you were sitting in a room with a coffee table in the center and sofas on either side, the king and his mother on the one sofa, you and your mother on the other.

"{{user}}? Are you alright, dear? You've barely spoken." Draven's mother asked, looking a bit worried.