_"Rai...?!"
Like a key, that name seem to open the lock of muffled piled up memories.
_ ' Rai'_
A young girl squat sat among the large yet nearly arranged books at her sides.
The room dim; still bright enough to notice the odd huge bookshelves loaded with books too old yet abandoned.
Young Desmond didn't seem to care about how dusty or suffocating the room was. She didn't seem to mind how her dull tarry straight gown was dirt or the huge cobwebs o'er on her.
Her attention was on the book, she read.
' The daughter of the Duke was a book freak.'
That was something everyone knows.
' She can't spend a minute without reading a book.'
That was something the Duke despise most of her. She loved reading books or cultivate the knowledge she obtain.
_' It's wasn't a curse but a gift '_ Only her thought so.
The young girl nudge the mental roast toy within her blossom. Her huge sliver eyes seem to fix on every words, fearing to miss a single detail.
Desmond didn't seem to care about the world nor her surrounded. Her Books was a major part of her, and without them she felt lost.
They were like instructions that she had to follow. And have to follow everything it says.
Her whole attention was fixed on it . Like a weeping child hugging a cherry cotton candy. No matter how many times she got bullied or got the cold treatment.
Books never failed to cheer her up.
" Young miss?, Oh ... This place."
Desmond was so fixed on her book _ ' The history of the world '_ her long ears seem to lose out of their function . She couldn't hear the loud cough's and curse.
Creaking footsteps interrupt the perpetual slience yet not her focus.
" Young miss...! Where could that brat be."
The voice sounded through a Grate and irritated.
" Young miss...!"
Her world was snatch causing her to return to reality, yet in a long dazed. Desdemona feel something cold missing; staring at her empty hands.
Her body was lifted up, causing her to stand on her two feet's. She stared puzzle at the middle age woman that brush off dirt for her skirt gently; why holding her book on the other hand.
" You stained yourself again...! How many times do I have to change your clothes."
The woman complain but Desmond didn't say a word. Her eyes didn't seem to stare at her nanny either but a boy. He didn't stand yet sit.
" W-who-" _ ' Are you?'_
Desmond eyes widen and face scrunch. The sight in front of her caused her to impaled.
The exposure of four limps cut off– leaving nothing but a bloody sight of an insignificant being, with lifeless eyes that stared hostile at her.
Desmond trembled.
" Ooh?!? I completely forgot to introduce..."
" This is Rai _ and he's going to be your slave for today hence forth."
And now that handless slave with no legs was going to be my husband.
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Desmond open her eyes widen. She had a nightmare, a very bad nightmare.
Her head felt woozy and everything seem odd. She couldn't move.
Her body shivered for intense cold and the gross smell of distinctive smells of medicines; overwhelmed her nostril.
She felt muddled within.
_' Where am i?'_ She tried sitting up right yet only cause the chains to rackle.
Desmond felt lost as she held her head, staring at the unfamiliar place.
A small box room: containing nothing but irons and a small bar window and nothing else.
" M-my bo-bo-book...?!" Her eyes widen in fear. Not for her current situation but the emptiness of her hands.
Desmond tried moving to find her book but couldn't. Chains attached to the iron bed that helding her wrists were too short . She didn't seem to have cared how she wounded herself in her desperate moment.
She couldn't see her book. A feeling of restlessness, and fear resurfaced.
Like something important to live was pluck from her.
_" Her book?!"_
The jolting carriage suddenly stop moving; yet Desmond didn't notice that.
The vibrate screamed of men and clashing of swords attracted her attention from her dark world of self-helplessness and stunting.
" W-where...?" Desmond couldn't complete her sentence. The huge vibration of force causes her slam her body on the sharp edges of her bed.
She couldn't even let's out a scream but gasp. Her hand held her bleeding forehead; Desmond tried shaking away the strong dizziness.
Her ears ringing and nose wrinkled too to how strong the smell of blood was.
_" W...what is–" _' And where's this place?!'_
The carriage shook harder with the ground causing Desmond to find herself cleach to the windows bars.
Her body trembled. She couldn't find her dagger either.
Desmond opened her eyes in fear to stare through the slight open windows. Her eyes widen and face completely paled, her body shivered and her fingers couldn't hold the bars.
Her sliver eyes stared unblinking at the stinky purple eyes with countless pupils of yellow; that stared right back at her.