A/N This is a story I've been thinking about for a while. If you hay questions or reviews then post a comment or PM me. :) I hope you enjoy. This be Really short, but it is the prologue. I ask that you inform me of any mistakes by PMing me. I would not appreciate them in comments.
PROLOGUE
The Object of many cultures and sciences is to discover and to improve. The object of many people is to gain power or money. Now I have been forced to ask what about the people who have money and power. What do they then collect? Do they try to gain knowledge? Some do, yes. Do they try to gain perfection? Of course. But what then?
I once knew a man who collected beauty. I don't mean he collected art or fine things; he collected women. The best that the world had to offer. He would take these girls from their family's, from their husbands, from their homes.
These women are pampered and petted, they do no work unless they wish to and are the laughing stock of Labicia. They look like you or me, save the fact of their extreme beauty. The way you can tell one of the collection apart from the others is a ring.
This ring is set in gold, with a stone so beautiful many people have offered their wives to gain the riches it would bring. Only those who are part of the Emperor's collection may wear this ring, the stone is mined in a secret place that is believed to be near Slave trader's cove. To those who see it, they want it; to those who have it... they would gladly give it away.
By now you must be wondering the point of my speaking of this. I believe now that it is time to tell this story.
My name is Diana, and I am part of The Emperor Adrastos's collection.
YOU ARE READING
Part of the Collection
Historical FictionWhat if your life wasn't your own? What if you belonged to someone? What if you were part of his collection? What would you do then? Well, you're about to find out.
