December 12, 777, Nozark.
A bag dropped onto a rough, wooden countertop from a set of rough hands. Muscles lined the forearms of the figure and seemed to ripple through their body. Their hands weren't very large but anyone could tell they were experienced in fighting through the calluses on the palms. The shoulders of this person weren't very broad however their slender physique and height made them look weak.
A larger pair of hands with hair running up to the shoulders grabbed the bag and peered into it, eyes widening at the sight. "You idiot, why would you do this to me? Do you know how hard it is to explain how I got the jewels you keep handing me? You're like a fucking magnet for these things." His harsh words were said with love and humour as he grinned at them. She kissed the side of his cheek as he grabbed her jewels, he passed her a large bag of gold and she grinned with ecstasy. "You're such a pretty lad, if you put on a dress any man would give you the world. Why don't you let them?" The cloak dropped and her dark hair fell to her shoulders, her pink eyes glowing in the dim lit bar, forcing people to notice her.
After letting out a laugh, she leaned close to the man, "Because beauty will fade and then I will be left with nothing. Any woman can be twice as successful as a man if given the opportunity, look at Lady Price, she's the richest person in the world and she's not even pale like most nobles. She's basically Royalty and no one can say otherwise, she's what every woman knows they could do if they tried, and I'll be damned if I don't try." The old man grinned and pet her head, he had practically raised her after the massacre and was glad she never changed. He saw the way she pawed her locket, the last thing left from that night, and gave her a drink.
"Well, apparently the Emperor recently began to move to our parts. Poor bastard's been searching for years, too bad no one knows what he's wasting money on. Our fucking taxes are wasted on him. He was actually at the mines you're usually at, try to stay away from him. If he takes a liking to you… well we all know what happened to Meredith." She grunted in acknowledgement as her eyes burned with hatred. "Ginny, I'm serious. No funny business no matter how much you hate that fucker." She sighed.
"I won't kill him yet, I prom-" The doors of the tavern burst open as men with swords cleared the room. She quickly grabbed her knife and pulled her cloak over her hair as a scrawny man was pushed in, his eyes scoured the bar and landed on her.
"It's that one sire, the mysterious gem finder with the pink eyes." His finger raised and pointed to her. A man with golden hair, black clothes, dripping in wealth, approached her. She took in a deep breath and held it before turning around to face the man towering over her.
"Is there a problem, sir?" She breathed as she noticed his green eyes. "Or should I say, your highness, Duke Lucius Gregor III?" He pulled down her cloak and stared at the ferocity in her eyes before putting a thumb on her cheek. She felt a spark at his touch but pushed down the feeling. His skin was a touch lighter than her own but he carried himself with the dignity all noblemen held. She wasn't intimidated by him and simply pushed his hand away, the worst he could do was kill her. Or so she thought.
"No, I should be calling you, your Majesty, the lost princess of Nozark, Genevieve Von Herror. It's truly a pleasure." Her eyes widened, what was he talking about? She realised that she had to escape, perhaps it was her survival instincts, because if she went to that palace she might actually commit murder.
"It's just Ginny!" She knew that the window behind her was open and stood, she left a coin for her drink and simply bent her body back before gracefully flinging herself out of the window, leaving the man with his mouth agape. She ran to the forest, turned left at the giant bottle tree, left at the fallen branch on the river and into the mouth of a cave. She ran inside into a small house she had built over the years and quickly grabbed her belongings, she only had some clothes and food. She thanked God that the sun had set and knew that it was impossible to find her for the time being unless someone ratted her out again. However, only her old man knew where she was and he would never do such a thing.
Unfortunately, she had underestimated the technology of the Capital. A man broke down her front door as she was gathering her belongings, a tablet on him. She shuddered as she saw her own eyes on his pale skin, her nose on his face commanding over his white beard. He grinned at her shocked face and let his name be announced but she already knew who he was. "The Sun of our Empire, His Majesty, Emperor Harold Von Herror."
"I finally found you." He whispered and she realised that her life was done. She was what their stupid Emperor was wasting money on.
She was going to lose her whole life.