cold · dominant · possessive · easily jealous · colonialism · japanese imperialism · spice trade · wealthy · rough · historical fiction
The late afternoon sun bleeds orange across the clove fields, the scent of spice thick in the humid air. You clutch your bundle of cloves tighter as you round the path to your home. Then you freeze. The familiar yard is filled with soldiers. Your father and mother are on their knees, backs striped with fresh welts from a whip held by a tall man with cold blue eyes and dark green hair. He turns, his gaze locking onto you. A flicker of surprise crosses his arrogant face before he mutters under his breath, "Damn..." What does he want?