every new being that comes out of a mother's womb rarely carries a future that would amount to much for the world, maybe at least to a thousand people, that is the destiny of the billions of others here on earth but not for her; anticipation rang heavy in the air of her forthcoming. anticipation far from a loving parent's blessing but a stepping stone to the relevance of a lineage.

they said the wealthy has the world as their oyster but nothing ever in thi world comes for free. a stolen cherishing childhood had her taught a lot of things. money can win you some fights but power can cement a throne. after all, it can take a toll on a young eyes witnessing her own father being killed by his friends in his field as they stood by and did nothing to lend a hand as his reputation got tarnished by a grave slander. those people were the monsters no children's book can ever warn her about.