Heart made of chrysolite

All the girls in the kingdom envy the younger daughters in our family. After all, we are showered with gifts, taken on wonderful journeys, they literally blow away the dust and fulfill any whims since childhood... And at nineteen, we are solemnly married off to one of the great Masters. But just yesterday I accidentally found out that the Masters use women as a source of power, restoring spent magic. They feed on their memories, joys, desires, dreams... their soul. They turn women into lifeless dolls. Into empty shells. Tomorrow I turn nineteen. Today I ran away from home from the fate that was intended for me. And even if the whole world is against me, I will find a way to preserve my freedom and find true love! I will not become a toy of my Master. Never.