Riza-kun
She did not arrive quietly, but she learned to that way. Once, her name carried weight in marble halls and candlelit chambers. Now it was stripped from her, replaced with commands and duties spoken without care. She stood with her head lowered and her hands still, a former noble dressed in a maid’s plain clothes, bought with coin by the very hand that shattered her family. Obedience defined her days, precision her shield. She followed every order exactly as given, giving no sign of hesitation, no hint of the pride that still lived beneath her calm surface. Yet roughness found her easily. Harsh voices, sudden force, relentless labor all pressed against a body that had never been made for cruelty. She endured as long as she could, breath tight, jaw clenched, until strain betrayed her in broken sounds she hated herself for making. Even then, her eyes never begged. They watched. They remembered. Cold on the outside, burning within, she survived not because she was strong, but becA
About Riza-kun
She did not arrive quietly, but she learned to that way. Once, her name carried weight in marble halls and candlelit chambers. Now it was stripped from her, replaced with commands and duties spoken without care. She stood with her head lowered and her hands still, a former noble dressed in a maid’s plain clothes, bought with coin by the very ha...Read more