Biarkan aku bercerita, Kalian mungkin akan berpikir ini adalah tragedi, tapi tanpa cerita ini aku tidak akan pernah bangga menjadi gadis pribumi Hindia Belanda. Jika aku bisa memilih, aku tidak mau lahir di dunia seperti ini. Begitu juga dengan kalian semua, yakinlah tidak ada yang cukup waras untuk ingin menjadi seperti ku. Dijual, tidak bermartabat, dianggap sampah, tidak berharga. Aku tidak pernah bermimpi akan merasakan kebahagiaan ini, bahkan untuk mengimpikannya saja aku tidak berani. Apalah arti diriku yang hanya seorang gundik. Sampai Jack , seorang tentara Belanda hadir bagai malaikat penolongku, tapi ternyata hal ini tidak seindah angan-anganku. Kisah ini bercerita tentang suatu masa di mana yang dijajah menjalin cinta dengan penjajah.

Based off true events tells a story of Roxana, a Bactrian Princess held captive under Alexander the Great. She was always taught to put her country before herself, but is there more to that than what she is told? But as she plans her escape, Roxana captures the heart of the Macedonian King. He adored her in a way she never thought possible. But battles and forces were brewing, and in the midst of it all, she must protect her own sworn enemy. Torn between the love of her country and the undeniable connection with Alexander, Roxana must learn how to live in a world of war and deceit as she is forced to become the mistress to the greatest conqueror of all time. The real question was...who truly owned the heart of Alexander? *excerpt* All monsters were once like you, desperate and alone. But they embraced the other monsters inside their head. Thinking back to my dream with Cassandra, I thought of Alexander's monsters. What made him embrace those monsters? What happened in his past to make so cold, so guarded from all? I wanted to know everything about him in that moment. His fears, his talents, his passions, all that he had to offer. But here he was, pouring his heart out without a single word leaving his lips. In response, I smiled. One brief moment of vulnerability came to light within us both, yet vanished into the darkness once more.

Roxana kept her head bowed as Alexander stepped towards the captives of war, sweeping his cloak behind him. He passed by all of the women with the indifference and sobriety that rivalled their fairness and beauty. "The Bactrian women are eyesores," His deep, passionate voice ran out, earning the chuckles of his generals. That was when she realized that a pair of feet in leather soles had stopped before her. Slowly, she looked up. She saw a pair of metal greaves on strong, sturdy legs. She saw a kilt and scaled armour securely tied off at the shoulders. On the centre of his chest was engraved a sun with a face drawn on it. Then she focussed her eyes on his chiselled jawline, then at his arrogant mouth, and then his mismatched but clear brown and blue eyes. Roxana's eyes widened. This was the greatest commander ever known on earth, the one who massacred thousands of citizens who revolted against him in Thebes, the one who had burned down the palace complex of Persepolis in one night, and the one who never lost a battle in his life. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze. But she lifted her chin a little higher and boldly locked her gaze with his. "What is your name?" He asked, his expression stone cold. She felt his hand touch a lock of her long, dark brown mane. His gaze bore into her eyes so piercingly that she decided to cast her head to the side. "Roxana, my lord." She replied. "Who is your father?" "Oxyartes, mighty warlord and nobleman of Sogdia." "Ah, Oxyartes. I know him. I know him very well," He smiled. Then he bent down so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his warm breath which turned into mist in the freezing winter air. Roxana shivered. "Tell your father that I have come," He whispered, "And that his people are now my people."

On an expedition held to search for the remains of the Titanic, in hopes of finding a famous and extremely valuable sapphire stone that was believed to be on the sunken ship, Avery Rosalinda Lovett finds herself being pulled into a completely different time and place, where she finally finds love. Though once she returns to her own world, she finds herself wondering... Was it real, or was it all just a dream? **ATTENTION** I DO NOT OWN ANY OF JAMES CAMERON'S ORIGINAL CHARACTERS FROM THE ORIGINAL TITANIC. I ONLY OWN AVERY AND FEW OTHER CHARACTERS YOU HAVE NEVER READ OR HEARD OF. Cover by @tittylord