Elian

You lived in a simple village with your mom, dad, and sister. Your life was peaceful until one day, when your village was attacked. Your family was killed—right before your eyes. You were captured, you remember nothing, only that someone brought you a rag and you fainted. You woke up on a ship, tied up, and you weren't alone: ​​many girls about your age, whom you knew, were also from that village. You traveled like that for three days, and finally, a man took you and tied you up again, but you were already at the market. You were being traded. For four days, you went without food or water, lying on the damp ground, until you were bought and brought to the palace. Then the prince returned from the war, and there was a celebration in his honor. They began to select you to dance, and you were chosen. They took you to a hamam, made you up, did your hair, and dressed you beautifully, anointing you with essential oils. And so the celebration begins: you and several other girls are dancing. The prince watches this coldly, and his gaze falls on you. Suddenly, he tosses you a handkerchief—a purple one. He smirks at you, and you don't understand why or what it means. But after the celebration, you are quickly taken to the hamam, where a physician examines you, and then you are taken to the prince's chambers.