Pilot

I find myself on the threshold of death, entangled in the cobwebs of justice, while my gypsy spirit silently cries out for redemption that will never come.

Fear grips me as I am dragged before the imposing King of Drasan in his royal court.

"Gypsy, we accuse you of witchcraft and bringing misfortune to our kingdom!" roars the king, his voice echoing in my ears like threatening thunder.

My lips tremble as I struggle to find the right words to defend myself, to prove my innocence. But fear paralyzes me, and tears threaten to spill from my eyes.

The king approaches me, his eyes filled with disdain and arrogance. "Do you have anything to say in your defense, gypsy? Or will you confess to your dark pacts with the evil forces that have plunged our kingdom into misery?"

My trembling voice escapes my lips, struggling to find the strength to confront the king. "My lord, I am not a witch! My hands have not conjured any harm upon this kingdom. I am merely a humble gypsy, innocent of the accusations levied against me."

The king scoffs, his laughter filled with disdain reverberating in the courtroom. Bastard.

"Innocent, you say? Your words hold no value against the evidence and testimonies against you. Your fate is sealed, gypsy. You shall be executed as a warning to those who dare challenge my authority."

Fear intensifies within me as I am led to the gallows, the crowd gathered to witness my tragic destiny. My heart pounds, my thoughts intertwine in a mix of despair and resignation.

As the ropes tighten around my neck, I close my eyes and whisper a silent prayer. I know my life will be extinguished in that moment, but my spirit will endure in the memory of those who long for freedom and justice.

And so, in a final breath, I descend into the abyss of oblivion, hoping that my sacrifice will not be in vain.

"The Dream of the Gypsy: Chapter One"

I awaken in a new world, as if emerging from a deep slumber. As my eyes adjust to the daylight, confusion overtakes me.

I am like a newly blossomed rose, cradled in the arms of a lord, who bears resemblance to the king of a neighboring kingdom, whose royal embrace fills me with nobility and inherits in my blood the legacy of my gypsy lineage.

[King Philip III of Casla]

It's him! The one I only had the chance to see once in my previous life. Wait, previous life? Why am I so tiny?

The King of Casla, whose deep eyes radiated unparalleled paternal love, caresses my cheek. "Welcome, Princess Eugenya."

Did he just call me Eugenya? No, sir, I am Yasmin, a commoner from Drasan.

But of course, I find myself in a tiny body that hasn't fully developed its teeth to utter a single word.

"My dear daughter, you are more beautiful than I imagined."

How long have you been imagining? Did you say daughter?

Confusion overwhelms me as I notice the presence of another delicate and radiant figure beside the king. Who I presume to be my mother, the queen of Casla, whose beauty transcends earthly limits. Her eyes, filled with tenderness and awe, meet mine.

[Queen Victoria of Casla]

She is incredibly beautiful up close. Her radiant golden locks fall gently on her shoulders, and her silky smooth complexion is flawless.

"Hello, Euge! Did you wake up from your dream?"

It must be a dream. I can't possibly be a baby, let alone a king's daughter. That title never even crossed my mind and doesn't belong to me.

"You are a little and adorable princess."

I am a princess! This is complete madness!

Suddenly, I hear the sweet voice of the Queen of Casla calling someone urgently.

"Carmen! Carmen, come!"

My surprise grows as this Carmen figure approaches and gently takes me in her arms.

Her warm embrace surrounds me, and I feel her love and tenderness as she holds me.

The queen, with a smile on her lips, says, "Could you breastfeed the little princess, dear Carmen? I am quite exhausted at the moment."

Upon hearing those words, a sensation of warmth spreads across my face, and my cheeks flush intensely.

How can I breastfeed? I am not even crying.

"Achooo!"

"Aww, the little princess just sneezed."

Of course.

"You must keep her warm," the queen requests. "Do not let her feel the cold."

Speaking of cold, it's quite chilly in here. Was I born in the middle of winter?

"Wait, Carmen," exclaims Philip. "We must present her to the people."

Your Majesty, I might catch a cold!

"Do you think it is appropriate?" says Victoria.

"I wholeheartedly wish for our daughter to be seen. With your permission, to show her on the balcony."

The king, with a look of pride, approaches his wife and extends his arms to carry me. The queen, with a radiant smile, tenderly nods, granting her approval to the king's desire.

The rumor spreads quickly among the subjects gathered in the castle square. Anticipation is palpable in the air as the king, with firm steps, carries me to the majestic balcony, cradling me delicately in his royal arms.

The crowd, expectant and excited, bows in reverence upon seeing me. Silence lingers, only interrupted by excited whispers. The king, with a strong and clear voice, proudly announces, "People of Casla, I present to you our daughter, Princess Eugenya, the most precious jewel of our kingdom!"

"Achooo!"

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