What would you do if the only way to save the people of your village was to sacrifice yourself, knowing that you would die? Well, that was a decision I had to face. I was the outcast of my village, born with one green eye and one golden. I had always lived with their hateful glares, and their upturned noses. So when the time came to offer myself as a sacrifice, I didn't argue. Death was better than being excluded for the rest of my life. Except when the day came, I didn't die. Instead, stolen away from my people, taken to be a deity's bride. I never expected to fall in love. I never expected to find a place where I belonged. I never expected to have everything taken away from me, yet again, at the hands of a villain. But it happened. And I don't regret anything.