Chapter 1: Prologue

~~~Okay! Before we start with the story I must say that this'll be my first time with a story like this one. So wish me luck and I hope you will all like it! :) NOW LETS GO!!~~~

               A baby is seen crying in a box on a sidewalk in the rain, everyone who walks by- ignoring the small child or giving her a piece of cloth to somewhat keep the child warm then, continuing on with their day. Eventually a rich couple of royalty notice the child in the box with scattered cloth through the window of their carriage. The Mistress asks the driver to stop, getting out she grabs the wet box and carries it into the transportation, continuing to their castle.

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     In the box was a note- telling them everything about the child they had brought home. They read everything...though the first name was smudge (Let me know if you can read it! I'm still learning so..)
•~~~~ Ravenight
•Anniversaire Mai 31st
•Femelle
•Type de sang AB négatif
•Il y a un médaillon qu'elle doit garder en tout temps! Autrement, elle saura qui elle est vraiment.
•Donne-lui des pommes. Elle les aime
Je vous remercie de l'avoir accueillie.


For the first 6 years, they treated her well. Gave her toys, feed her, protected her and taught her. She excelled in everything, language, reading, mathematics, art, instruments and a few sports. They were happy....for a while at least..

         9 days after she turned 7. Things....changed. They stopped giving her toys and other things many children need for happiness. They made her work and learn harder also making her take 5 different self defense classes. They stopped letting her go outside unless it is an errand or to practice how to ride a horse. They already started to teach her how to be a servant to the Royals when she turned 6. They made it seem like a playful game, the more she got it perfect- the more free time she can get in her schedule- the more perfect at become a servant she became without noticing.

By age 14 she has perfected everything. No emotion, being a black belt in the 5 defense classes, great at sword fighting, being on time with the music, very detailed paintings, and most importantly having a high school level knowledge. She also has mostly perfected horse back riding and has been able to 'drive' a carriage/coach since she was 11 years old.

She is now 17 years old about to turn 18 in a few months but never celebrated since she was 8. Now she works for her Masters in a castle. Without knowing anything but order and discipline, without it she would be lost to others. Being beaten until she passes out was natural to her since 11.




Proper. Polite. Kind. Caring. Respectful. Beauty.








           I am....just a servant....nothing more....nothing less...

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