My first live ended quickly. When I was 20, I finally escaped my parents. My parents and their overbearing attitude, their expectations. I escaped. The only comfort I had as a child was the warmth of a novel I loved.
It was called, 'The Empire Harem'. Terrible name don't you think? It was cheesy, but it brought me happiness. It was about 6 men (the duke, the crown prince, the second prince, the arch-mage, the assassin, and the high priest) all fall in love with the gentle and kind Rose. She's an adopted daughter of a count and is a naive innocent girl. A love story as she faces people trying to separate them and their fates.'
A common plot. But it made me think. I wanted to be a heroine, the loved one, the one who could smile and laugh in any situation. That thought, was the thing that took my last breath.