This One-Shot is written in the form of a diary entry, however will cover some topics that may be sensitive to some people, such as slaves, child brides/arranged marriages, etc.
Not all One-Shots in this book will be like this and cover topics such as this; this is just an idea I thought of and haven't come across content like this before.
Sense Seychelles doesn't have a name, I decided to give her that name temporarily so it's fits with the theme of this One-Shot.
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Diary Entry: 1

Date: June 29th

This will be the first and last time I write to you, dear diary; as the eve of my 16th birthday wanes away like the moon over my darling Paris.
Farewells are too painful to bare, instead allow me to introduce myself and inform you as to why I am slowly dying of a heartache; one that alienates me from what I thought I had.

I am Marceline Josephina Pippi Bonnefoy; I was given this name by a French nobleman, except I have not a clue what my birth name is.
I was said to have been born in Seychelles on the 29th of June, 16th years ago; a child born from rape.
I don't know who my mother nor my father are, however I was told that the reason why I was snatched away from my mother's bosom during infancy, was due to European blood flowing through my veins.

I have not a single memory of Seychelles, I don't really care to think about that island either, my entire life has been nurtured in France; how can someone feel any empathy towards someone or something they haven't experienced? I do feel sympathetic towards my mother and her people though.

A nobleman by the name of Francis Bonnefoy, raised and educated me; he's a fatherly figure in my eyes and a guardian angel sent down from the heavens to watch over me - raising me like his own flesh and blood.

I am constantly reminded by other noblemen that I should be 'kissing the ground Mr. Bonnefoy walks on', sense despite having European blood, my skin's still dark and I was spared from the slave trade.

The story apparently goes that Francis and he's fellow French Noblemen friends went to the ports where slaves from mainly African countries and a few others miscellaneous nationals were sold or auctioned off; the slaves were anorexic, ill, terrified and dead bodies could be seen remaining on the boats filling the market with a strong scent of vomit, human waste, fish and rotten corpses.
As they explored the site, a rough looking Frenchman was separating slave children and infants, something about this grasped Bonnefoy's attention and he went over to seek more information about this.
Rumour has it when Francis saw me as an infant balling out my eyes and being slapped my the rough Frenchman to be silent, something 'odd' happened to Francis and out of nowhere he was full of questions about the infant with the tag around their neck 'approximately 5 month old - female'.
Later that afternoon Bonnefoy was 500 euros poorer, bought his first slave, but said "That is dirt cheap, when realising that you can never put a price on a life. Prepare yourselves gentlemen, she won't stay this small for long and will be a spitting image of French grace, dignity and carry on the Bonnefoy name; my little darling daughter is finally home."

Growing up my memories have been filled with nothing but bliss, comfort and reaping life's riches; Francis often becomes annoyed with me when I forget my Seychelles heritage, he wants me to be more opened minded and remember that I'm more complex than just an average French nobleman's daughter, I'm rare and an 'oddity' in this day and age. Turns out Bonnefoy isn't the only one that thinks of me this way; due to him being an influential person, news of my residence spread like wild fire and 6 years ago an English nobleman requested my hand in marriage. Of cause Francis denied him that and said that he will never have an arranged marriage for his darling daughter or make her a child bride; "Love desires and craves freedom".

The English nobleman wasn't joking about requesting my hand and demanded to marry me by the age of 12 or things will get violent; Bonnefoy was able to convince him to give 4 more years, so I still would get to enjoy the majority of my remaining childhood and be more mature for marriage. This meant that Bonnefoy would be paying him 1000 euro every month to keep the English nobleman happy with the deal however; Francis said he always wanted what's best for me, but the English nobleman threatened to have me assassinated, the heat of the situation really began to melt away on him.

Tomorrow morning I will be leaving France for the first time since I arrived here, I will be on a voyage to England which should take about a day and in three days time from now will be the most terrifying day I will experience...

So many girls dream of their wedding days.....

All I dream of now is my freedom.....

In my heart I will forever remain, Marceline Josephina Pippi Bonnefoy.....

Legally I will soon be known as, Marceline Josephina Pippi Kirkland.....

Life will never be far, no matter who you are