“Not all queens’ start as princesses, some begin in ashes”. Once upon a time there lived a maiden, with hair as dark as coal and skin as dark as chocolate. The maiden loved a handsome prince and the prince loved her, but there was an evil King and he sent her betrothed to his death and the poor maiden's heart turned as grey as ash. One night, in her despair, a priestess came to her and promised her that, all of the worlds might be hers if she would but give up the last of her love for her dead prince. Though she wept to lose the part of him that still lived deep inside her, she did as she was told, in hopes that all her dreams might still come true. When the night that was set for her to meet the evil King came, the maiden got ready, dressed up in the best kente cloth and fine beads, and waited for the servant of the priestess to escort her to the palace. The servant came and as they walked on the cold stony path, she began to second-guess her actions but there was no