Eight years the war lasts. Both countries are exhausted and weakened by years of confrontation. Subduing their pride, unable to sustain hostilities any longer, rulers sign a treaty. A marriage between the rulers’ children is meant to guarantee peace between yesterday’s enemies. Together with the princess, seven more young girls are sent to a harsh and frightening country—one daughter of Meron for each year of the war. But my name is not among them. I’m assigned a different role in all of this—a role coated with dust and sorrow, with no right to happiness and no hope for the future. And I’m expected to be grateful.