I woke up in the ocean amid shipwreck debris. And I turned out to be the "property" of a snobbish captain who insists I’m too swarthy to be considered free—so I’m his thing, his slave, his adored toy! But everything goes wrong: they force me to marry an disgraced favorite, and now I’m a rival to the queen herself. And somewhere out there, a huge reward has been announced for me…
— You’re very beautiful, incredible, but colorful—do you understand what that means?
— Like pencils? — I admit, I didn’t immediately understand what the duke was hinting at, but from his seriously haughty expression, it was clear without translation that this wasn’t the most flattering word for a girl: "colorful."
— No, like slaves. And since I hauled you out and saved you in neutral waters, and you clearly belong to the lower class, then you are my property. And I’m not going to give you to anyone.