She can't run away from fate

The moment Jasmine took off her veil, everyone standing in the hall was silent. They couldn't utter a single word, because the beauty of the girl standing in front of them, like a god, made everyone just silently watch her. Will sat next to his little sister, silently feeling that the reactions of the others were a bit too much. But he also couldn't deny that, from the first moment he saw her, he was no different from the others.

Will remembers clearly that he went to many cities in the kingdom and even crossed the great sea to other lands. all, just to find a girl who can make everyone willingly kneel at her feet. For a year and two years, he went to all the land he could go to but couldn't get a good result in return. There was not a single girl that matched what he imagined.

Just when he felt the most desperate, Jasmine appeared when everything seemed to be knocking him down. He remembers that once, he accidentally got swept up in the flow of people and went to the red light district in Alberick City. Alberick is a lavish city, although it is three days away from the city by the sea, but that does not mean that it is desolate. The line of people flocked to the red light district. Amidst the hazy red and green lights, amidst the cheers, Jasmine appeared. It was the first time Will had seen such a beautiful woman. When he saw her, he immediately knew that she was the person he was looking for all this time. A girl with a beauty that makes people fall in love, to the point of wanting to do anything to please her.

And yes, Will didn't guess wrong. The king, as soon as he saw Jasmine's beauty, went down directly. Jasmine bowed her head. She still kept the appearance of a young girl, with all the dignity. The king stood in front of her. He squeezed Jasmine's chin tightly, forcing her to look into his eyes.

Jogtunham's black eyes, like black curtains, looked directly into the king's eyes, covered with a thin layer of water, making her eyes seem much more soulful. The king nodded, very pleased with the gift Will had brought. Immediately, the king called Will near. From start to finish, he didn't take his eyes off Jasmine, not even for a moment.

"You offered this girl. I feel you already have a heart. "

The king spoke every word. The sound was as low as if it were coming from hell. Will was behind the king, kneeling. He didn't say a word, just remained silent. It was his way of communicating with his own father as well as his way of showing temporary submission to the king.

I promised that if anyone could make an offering to my liking, I would grant one of his wishes. Tell me, what do you want? "

"Lord to the King, I want Rosen, who is your concubine."

The air was silent, not even a whisper. The king pursed his lips. Of course, he knew what kind of relationship this son of his and Rosen had. The king waved his hand. He must not be a stingy father. His son's small wishes, he will, of course, grant.

"Where are all the maids? Take off Rosen's clothes and take her to Prince Will's place."

A scene occurred, making everyone standing in the great hall dumbfounded. Jasmine leaned over a little, and immediately regretted it. She shouldn't have watched the scene unfold.

The palace maids approached Rosen, ignored everyone's eyes, and took off Rosen's expensive clothes. Will immediately grabbed his cloak, ran over, and put it on Rosen's body. His eyes glared at the father who gave birth to him, wishing he could kill the king.

Jasmine looked in the direction of the two of them, and soon after, she lowered her eyes and stopped looking. Everything has come to this. She has also stood here. Even if I wanted to run away, it wouldn't be in time.

"What's your name?"

Facing her now was no longer the gentle Prince Will, but the King, lusting for her beauty. Jasmine suppressed a sigh. She couldn't run away anymore.

"Your Majesty, my name is Jasmine."

"Jasmine? What a fitting name for you."

The old man stroked his smooth cheek and then turned his back to the empty throne. Jasmine stood below, beside the other young women. Perhaps, she was the only one of them who kept her composure in the face of the king. The other daughters, perhaps having heard the king's name for a long time, could only hold back the sobs choked in their hearts. They are scared.

It is also true that there is no one who is not afraid when standing at the crossroads of life. If they are chosen, their clan will enjoy riches. And they, forever imprisoned in a beautiful castle, trade themselves as servants, entertaining the king just to have a little better life.

But if they were not chosen, the family would lose huge profits. However, what they have in hand is freedom. It is the most precious thing in the world.

In the end, the chosen girl was Jasmine. That's right, the moment she appeared, the other girls couldn't shine anymore. Jasmine's light, overshadowing them all.

The maid took Jasmine up to her room on the west side of the castle, a place rarely visited. Jasmine followed the maid up the stone steps, feeling the cold. The wind blew from the ground, making everyone feel cold. Jasmine wondered if it was the cold wind or the human heart.

The servant let her into the room and then locked the door behind her. Jasmine looked at the small room where she was alone. Many people who came here ended up running away in fear, so those who came later could only live in a small room like this.

But that's not quite right, said the maid, because this was just a room for her to stay in. Jasmine sat down on the bed, reaching out her hand toward the light that was streaming in from outside the window. It's really cold! She thought to herself. If it wasn't for living in poverty, he would never have thought that she could live until now.

So she can only stay here, right? Jasmine sighed; it seemed that she really couldn't leave here anymore.

She remembered the book she had heard so many times. Jasmine herself couldn't remember who read it to her. But in that book, she was most interested in a very small passage.

"The question of man's freedom is raised because it is closely related to God's reward and punishment specifically for man in the last day of one's life or in the eschatological day-the end of the whole world." That is, the essential question is whether the man is really free when he lives his condition on this earth, because if there is no freedom to choose in thought as well as in external action, it will not be free. There is no question of reward or punishment for God, who is just and impartial but perfect and perfect.

Indeed, God created man with two unique characteristics that set him apart from all other creatures. It is having the knowledge and free will that God gives only to man. Through intellectual understanding, the man discovers God through the creation of the visible universe and especially through the creation of man as a spirit of all things. Through the gift of free will, God respects man's right to be free to choose to live according to reason, the right way or the wicked way. Especially, when one has realised that God exists, do people want to worship and love God; live in God's ways; or reject Him in this earthly life? "

It's been a long time, she can't remember. But she still remembers that she had a dream. That is to bury your feet in the fine white sand, listen to the sound of the waves, and hear the leaves crashing into a love song. But now, she has nothing left.

Jasmine curled up in the blanket. She was afraid of the cold and worried that she would not be able to live in this beautiful cage. To this day, the reason Jasmine is alive is that she wants to fulfil her dream. She, on the other hand, can not make decisions about her own life. She was just a girl, a slave daughter. She has no right to speak, nor does she have the right to fulfil her dream. She is nothing.

All she could do was submit. Even if she is weak, even if she wants to cry, she can't cry without permission. Even if she was hungry, she couldn't eat until she finished her work. Her life is just a wooden puppet, left to others to control. That's how her life, for people like her's life, worked.