He raises his hand stopping the men walking towards her and her eyes remain narrowed at every step he takes and a dreadful silence around them.

"What's your name and place?" He asked as everyone looks at them

"I don't have to tell you that". She snapped angrily

His eyes narrow at her words, "I am your King".

"You are not my King".

He purses his lips as his eyes shielded his emotions. His eyes narrow at the blood still pouring out of her neck. He takes his custom-made handkerchief, forwarding it to her and she pushes it away.

"The deer belongs to My King". His elder counsel member screamed at her

Her eyes blazed in fire, "Is that so? This place might belong to him, but the animals belong to those who hunt them".

"Our King shot it down". Another screamed

She chuckles bitterly, this is the first time he has seen a woman this way. Most women who spoke to him have this certain tone and at one point he believes all women to have it.

She pushes the sword away from him as his men were about to grab her, he shakes his head, halting everyone. She moves towards the deer, turning it around.

"Is this your arrow, My King?"

It ticks him off the way he uses his title as something insulting. But, he learned to be patient even with those who disobey his commands.

He takes two strides and his long legs helping him reach the deer quicker. He looks down at the animal and the arrow which didn't belong to him.

"No".

"This deer is mine".

"You cannot do that. Even if the King didn't--".

"The one who aims and the one who shot it down are two different". She said as her words held the sense of terror in it, "I am sure we all learned which one gets to take the animal".

"You are nothing but a trash on--".

"I don't need your delegation of me". She snapped as she takes her arrow from the deer, placing it in her quiver, "This belongs to me".

She ties the deer in a cloth as she sits beside it, placing her hand on it, closing her eyes as she sends a prayer for this blessing. And, thankful for the deer to become her food.

"What's your name?" He asked, as she was ready to leave

"You don't need to know".

He watches her confidently walking past his men, even pushing some and disappearing at the end of the forest. He stands there, for the first time, in this new experience and he didn't know how he felt.

He didn't feel bad at least.

She enters her small town with the deer attached to her back as she places her quiver to her front. People make way for her to walk through as they bow slightly.

She places the deer near an elderly woman who is in charge of taking care of the food of fifty people. This deer is not enough. Good for them, no one knows the secrets of the forest as they do.

They have grown some of the best vegetables, use the water from the fall and hunt the animals that no one can reach. So, they have enough food without paying much money.

They can't have any money. They are not a part of this society. They are rebellious as they were named by the greedy bastard. Because they objectify the wrongs and spoke for their rights, they were thrown out of the prestigious town.

She didn't care. She cannot stand hypocrites and double face people. Some of which she encountered today and she had enough already. She hopes she never has to see them again. The filth and their nasty eyes always creep her. They are people with power and ugly brains. Filled with their lust and greed.

"What are you doing here?" She heard someone say as she turns to him

"Jasim, why are you here?" She asked, looking at the moon

"You are always sitting on this high rock at night. You know it isn't safe".

She rolls her eyes, "Safe? I am sure you know anyone who tries to get me is not safe".

Jasim laughs, "For a woman, you are too rigid".

"Yeah. I learned at a young age that being a woman won't get me anywhere".

"Is that why you cosplay?"

"Your attention and need to change me into your version of feminine figure worries me".

"You do realise men likes to break those who are different".

"Maybe it is time to break those men to stay however we want to be".

"At least, one dress". Jasim said whining, "All I ever wish is to see you in a beautiful dress once".

"I guess you wasted your wish".

Jasim sighs dramatically, "To the man you will belong, best of luck, my man. You will need it".

"I will not belong to someone as a showpiece". She snapped as fire burns in her

"Then find a man who knows you are not a showpiece but a Queen that can stand by his side".

"Men like that aren't born these days. They are all sort of trash".

"I am not denying facts even when I am a man who is not like that".

"Help! Help!". She heard someone scream and in a matter of few seconds she was on her feet rushing past everyone to the middle of the town

She finds men dressed in a royal uniform which means they are The King's men. Also implies that no one will touch these men. They can come and go as they like.

Not in her town. Not to her people.

She watches an eighteen years old girl being dragged as she cries painfully. To be eighteen in this world means that people will either marry you off or sell you off. Or they will simply claim you as the King's property to use as they please. Some of the women before were taken and only returned when they got sick of them.

The girls were killed by their father's, brother's, mother's or thrown somewhere. All in the name of honour which they didn't even try to save when the innocent girls were taken away.

This is why most of the girls are killed when they are born. None of the parents wants to live through this nightmare.

She takes her arrow, shooting at one of the men who has his hand on her waist. The girl fell to the ground as the guards turn to her.

"Who do you think you are to enter our territory?" She snapped, as she marches towards them, "Who said you have any authority in these lands?"

The other guard laughs, coming towards her as he raises his hand to touch her, but she kicks his leg as he went hissing.

"Leave when I am being generous". She snarled

She turns to the girl, forwarding her hands as the man grabs her hair, throwing her to the side. She grunted when her back hit the ground and the sound of a crack in her hand due to the impact.

That only angered her. It channels her anger into a raging wolf. She always admires the wolves. They might not be the strongest, once they are provoked they turn into hellfire.

She didn't even hesitate before going against all of those five men throwing them to the ground in about 10 minutes.

She dusted her clothes, "Go and tell your King this". Her voice went deeper, "If he dares to come after my people. I will start a war against him. He will not live a long life if I did".

The guards hop and crawl out of her town and the young girl hugs her tightly, crying in her arms. She had heard stories from those who suffered from terror and trauma that they never healed from.

Not like anyone let them heal.

"Will you accept if I give you a rose?" Jasim asked, walking beside her

"I told you". She pauses, looking in his eyes, "Give me a rare dagger and I will place you in my heart".

"I am not that rich". Jasim shouted as she went inside to her room, "Man, she has high standards that don't exist".

She looks through the paper she has been working on for years. She is twenty-one. She trains herself to death because she knows the world she lives in. There is no fantasy, no love that the poet speaks of and no happy endings.

This world is for two people- the one who has power and the other who has strength. She didn't fall in the first category so she had no choice but to choose the second.

He walks with his delegate who went over to the other city to strike some deals for him. He cannot step out of his empire because it isn't safe. His life is always in danger.

Sherbanu works with the servant to learn to sew because she wants to give a handmade gift to her future husband. She wishes he asks already for her hand because she is twenty and her friends are all married already.

Within her thoughts, she pierces her finger slightly as she screams in pain.

"How dare you give me a needle like this one?" She cried as she looks at her finger bleeding a little

"I-I am sorry-". The girl servant said and she slapped her

"I will throw you in the dungeons for this". Sherbanu shouted

"Why are you behaving this way towards the people who serve you?" She heard his voice as she turns to him

He crossed his hands behind his back, watching the waterworks of her. He diverted his eyes from her.

"My King". Sherbanu cried, walking to him, "Look what they did. What if it scars?"

His eyes look at the small cut on her hand and his mind replayed the image of that woman who didn't faze with the blood on her neck.

He forwards his hands, which was filled with scars, "My hand has them too".

"You are a man, you should have them. You know a woman shouldn't have such ugly marks on her. It isn't good for her future husband".

He sighs inwardly.

"Let the servant go". He said

"First you have to say my name". Sherbanu demanded

And he didn't like demands.

Calling someone name especially a female clearly means something big. It is a claim. A claim a man makes over his potential future wife. He had never called a women name, nor he needed to do so.

"Let the women leave". He ordered as his authority shakes everyone in the room as he snapped further, "Do not demand things of me".

He is never calling a woman name.

She wears the same dress from yesterday, not caring about pulling her hair nicely. She ties them in a rough bun, packing all her knives in her inner pockets and her quiver proudly on her back.

Another day to survive. She went through the forest, jumping, hopping and monitoring everything. She was born here and she has grown in this place. She knows the in and out. She knows the traps around.

Before she went climbing over another rock she felt something touch her head from the back and she went black.

She opens her eyes, feeling the soaring sensation through her body. She panic when she thought about her virtue, but she knows from the women experiences that she heard that was safe at least. Though her body was broken to the point that her every joint scream with any movement.

She heard the rustling of the door and the blindfold on her eyes didn't let her see anything. She felt someone moving her as she travels through a long distance to someplace where the cold air hit her. The environment around her tells her there were many people around.

She was pushed to her knees when the blindfold was removed. She blinks her eyes as her vision clear and she found herself in front of the same man again.

King.

His eyes held something as he takes in her features and the pain tells her that she is black and blue.

"My King". His senior council member said and his eyes turned to him for an explanation, "We found that this woman is leading the rebellion against you. She injured our guards and sent death threats to you".

"That doesn't imply that she needs to be here". He snapped, as his hand curl into a fist

"My King". Another member said, "We cannot overlook the threats made to you especially by rebellion. They are the ones who killed your father".

His eyes turned to meet her eyes, both clashing with different emotions. Fury and hate.

His elder speaks, "She is sentenced to death in front of the whole town".

She knows she has to be a dagger in this world.

"This is not the right decision". He spoke

"My King". His elder member said and he turned to him, "Her people killed your father. She is the rebellion. She must die".