AroraDestiny
Destiny Calls...
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She was no innocent maiden no...not even a noble woman widowed. She was not anything anymore to anyone. She was 26 and already her life was over it seemed. As a child she was beaten by her drunk father. Her whoring mother made the money telling her every day. "As soon as your body ripens you will make the money like me." She never wanted to do it but her mother had other ideas. When she was 13 a mere child her mother gave her to the highest bidder, 100 gold coins for her virginity. It was gone then too. At 22 she finally ran away.
The world is cruel in these days of war. Especially for a lone woman. She made her way into a lords kitchen working as a scullery maid. There she met a young soldier who promised her everything. She walked so blindly into that trap. He took her bodt many times. Then one day she learned he was to be knighted and married to a lady. He spit in her face calling her a whore. For a year now she has thought about taking her life. Who wants a life such as this.
But then she saw him... dark and foreboding. He was a noble with a fine upbrininging. A firstborn of the noble house of De Markeke. She told herself then and tells herself now that she will never have a chance. Even now as she sits peeling the very potatoes the lairds family will eat for sup. She cannot help but dream, dream that it is she up there dressed so fine. Flirting with the dark and handsome lord. No it will never be. She is not even allowed eye contact with him.
The world is cruel in these days of war. Especially for a lone woman. She made her way into a lords kitchen working as a scullery maid. There she met a young soldier who promised her everything. She walked so blindly into that trap. He took her bodt many times. Then one day she learned he was to be knighted and married to a lady. He spit in her face calling her a whore. For a year now she has thought about taking her life. Who wants a life such as this.
But then she saw him... dark and foreboding. He was a noble with a fine upbrininging. A firstborn of the noble house of De Markeke. She told herself then and tells herself now that she will never have a chance. Even now as she sits peeling the very potatoes the lairds family will eat for sup. She cannot help but dream, dream that it is she up there dressed so fine. Flirting with the dark and handsome lord. No it will never be. She is not even allowed eye contact with him.