Terror on Daughter Island: The Queen Forces Me to Be Her Groom

In the last century, at the heart of the Pacific Ocean along the equator, lay an isolated island nation called Daughter Island. The weather was hot all year round, mist hung in the air, and sharks prowled the waters. There was a young queen named Karina, a fifty-year-old female royal adviser named Dan Chu, a female witch in her forties named Lu Bimas, and a thirty-year-old female lady-in-waiting named Adiya, who managed the queen's daily life. There was also a female chieftain in her forties named Amasha Lati. The island covered less than a million square units and had a population of tens of thousands, all women. They had long made their living by fishing and farming. They spun fibers from the bark of a banyan tree into cloth, and spoke Amusi. Their houses were oddly shaped, mushroom-like huts built beneath a gigantic coconut tree. The queen had a palace.