Caste

In a world where there are no dictators, nor presidents. Where only Kings and Queens live.

And a caste system is based upon the color of your eyes.

In this world royals have the beautiful shade of silver, their eyes resembling melted iron.

Government officials, alongside warriors, have an unshakable obscurity of red.

The ones that are blessed with gold eyes are Priests and academics. Their eyes, much like royals, are a melted shade. A whirlpool of color.

Now the ones who nobody hardly care about have a boring shade of emerald green. The eye color of green belongs to the low classes of commoners- peasants and servants.

Our last class happens to be blessed with the most beautiful shade for their eyes, but for an odd reason the shade of purple is looked down upon. More or less, a disgrace. The shade of violet belongs to the untouchables; whom everyone treats like dirt, doing whatever they please to the lowest of the lowest.

And our protagonist has the unruly shade of purple.

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