To him he is just a beautiful boy. A younger man with a pretty and innocent face who came like a warrior angel to extinguish the rumors about him which erupted like a merciless fire at the jungle.
Little did Damian knows is that...
He was she.
Briar is a girl, a twenty years old young lady.
After being used by his father as an exchange for his debts as a companion to his father debtors' many times as she lost count of. She then disguised as a boy to be sold to the gang whom his father indebted huge amount of money. Before that happen a universe took pity of her and make her cross path with Damian.
A gorgeous man, filthy rich, Don of the Ordnance, intimidating and cold.
Will Blair let Damian take care of her?
Will Damian be her real shining black knight or he will just use her like others?
or it will be just another ordinary errand to run!?
Because it won't be simple as it was predicted.
𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐒Daina is a woman who married out of love to a man whom she thought was hers. Oh, how she is sorely mistaken. Only when they are married, is when he decides to show her his true colors. And the only person who notices and who happens to be there is his best friend. Her only escape and a chance at happiness.
I watch over her. I feel her pain with her. I feel all the many injustices done to her. And I wish I could intervene. I wish I could intervene but ever since my powers became depleted, this is all I can do.
The child is away from her true family. And she is in a family that treats her like a thing. Treats her like a tool to be used and a service to be exploited. She keeps all the hurt and the suffering and the hopelessness she feels inside. She’s far, far too young to be this hopeless. No-one deserves to be this hopeless.
What she doesn’t know though is that she is the embodiment of hope itself.
Solaria was beautiful. Shining. Bountiful. It was a land of prosperity and luxury.
For those who were citizens.
Reymi unfortunately was not a citizen.
He was a child slave caught up in the middle of the summer solstice celebration.
An orphan girl. Forced to live and work with people who see her as less than human. Forced to sell her human dignity to get by. A pair of storm-filled eyes in a sea of overcast pupils. A bowed head in an ocean of fearful worshippers. The ones who were in practice the gods of this world didn't see her. They drowned themselves in excesses as all flawed gods do. They stepped over the heads of mortals, humans and demigods alike, to get what they wanted. Our protagonist is losing hope. Then she meets a woman with blood smeared all over her mouth and running down her chin.