No one other than Sebastian and Johan knew about this, Alya was a commoner.
A commoner with the lowest stature—a slave. A commoner who is an orphan is automatically a slave, there was no way an orphanage is not just a sche set up by so noble to sell slaves more conveniently—
Product was coming on its own, and selling on its own, truly a perfect business model.
Till the age of thirteen, her 'parents' made her do all sorts of chores, be it cleaning a 20 acre property alone, cleaning and milking hundreds of cows, then cooking food, washing dishes, attending both her parents every whim.
From 3 years old she worked more than 20 hours in a day, her eyes always had deep dark circles, with the muscles that could barely walk, and knees that cracked every ti she walked, a mind that was already broken, and a soulless body that could just serve.
After a while, when she beca a teen, her 'father' began to use her as a sex slave, the work was the sa, then she had to 'serve' her father, barely sleeping 2 hours a dau, her life was a living hell that she wanted to escape every single second she could think.
Only one thought rang in her mind every day for as long as she had been alive, "I wish I was never born. I want to die. Please Goddess, please, please kill . If you're real, please kill ." over and over again.
She didn't believe in the Goddess, but she still prayed everyday. That hope that may she will have rcy, and end it, but there was nothing.
Every day she lived, she prayed, until this beca her only ti of peace, wishing for her death and escaping it all was her greatest pleasure for more than twenty years.
Until, she t soone, another scum noble who bought her from her 'parents' because he liked the way she danced.
Of course as a slave she was taught to entertain her master and their guests properly.
She even felt sadness at leaving that hell, it was the only resemblance to ho for her, even they just called just to humiliate or beat her, they at least called her by her na.
Once she was there with the powerful man that even her parents bowed to—
She expected to receive the sa dog food in a separate bowl on the ground, sa work, sa sex... but, he let her eat with him, he never had sex with her, all she had to do was read him fantasy novels when he was writing his docunts, and perform dances for him alone with proper clothing, much better than dancing in front of hundreds of lustful n with barely any clothes under, and exposed breasts.
It was unbelievable, she made friends, people like her, there were ton of them, all filled with hope and dreams.
He wasn't what she wanted, she thought death was her only hope, but he was the hope she always needed but didn't know if it even existed.
She was free?
Slowly, Alya started telling stories from her life and adapting them to fantasy stories she recited to Johan. She also started to put her soul in the dances she perford.
Johan started to feel deep pity for her, and to make it up to her, he started showing her more and more favour.
Be it lavish als, the kind of als she could only imagine the taste of while cooking for her 'parents', wearing clothes that ladies her age always wore and she wearing alone she couldn't even look at sothing like this.
When she stared for too long on her mother's expensive dresses, she was forced to take dips in burning in boiling hot water, burning her body all over that wearing clothes was excruciatingly painful.
Taking her to a place she always wanted to go, commoners weren't allowed there, she was a slave at that, but he still took her to the church with him, letting her pray and thank the Goddess who she thought was the one who gave this to her.
Taught her history, magic, philosophy, let her enter the royal library, and study with him.
He was falling... slowly falling in love with her.
Her stories and dances were just like that, when you read a story or dance written or perford by soone, you're staring at their deepest part of souls, it is even more intimate then watching them naked.
Watching her pure hopeful soul could break even the toughest n, a soul that could never be corrupted, sothing he could never be... was beautiful.
He changed her life, he was the source of that hope Goddess gave her, he was all the light in her world.
A world without him was a world that didn't exist.
There was no way Alya wouldn't fall in love.
He fell first, but she fell harder.
Johan couldn't marry a slave no matter what, he was still just the son of a great royal and was not yet the Divine general, Nobles would crucify him for corrupting the royal blood like this.
So he made a deal with a noble of the Vodka Empire.
He got one of Noble's daughters, who also had the sa pink hair, and mostly the sa features poisoned, he arranged Alya to be that man's daughter, paying and intimidating the guy obviously, and forced him to marry Alya to him.
Vodka Empire, as an industrialist, business empire was a neutral empire, thousands of marriages happened between both so it didn't catch much attention.
What nobles cared about was the blood, the superiority to be able to use Aether(which she didn't but obviously no one could dare confirm) so it was accepted with fireworks.
They had Selene, and lived the happiest life they both had ever lived, enjoying every mont of each day, waking up in each other's arms, staying in each other's warmth for the entirety of the day. Eating from the sa plate—sa spoon, showering together, working together, walking together, having fun together, and ofcouse sleeping together.
They fell in love over and over, more and more, harder and harder, even a man like Johan was lting.
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