Canorous

Twenty Two

TW: Incest, rape, pedophilia

Sasha's eyes fluttered open to meet a ceiling she does not know.

Wait, what happened to me? Where am I? She thought, her panic rising up in her thoughts like the sunrise.

She tried to rise but hissed as she felt sharp pain on her torso. She made a mental note to herself that her ribs were in fact, still broken.

"Ahh!!! Fuck!" She cursed out loud bit shrunk in fear of saying a curse word. It seems like the men—no, the squire's habits got to her too. She chuckled weakly as she remembered the days she and her comrades together, especially with her confidante, Connie. A sad smile swept across her face as she remembered the last words Connie said to her before she left. It hurt. A lot.

The door clicked open, causing Sasha to yelp out loud.

She screamed for her life, panting and heaving breaths heavily as she pulled all of the blanket toward herself as she wriggled and screeched.

A lady with somewhat tiny eyes(according to Sasha) with black hair and very pale skin walked in. She seemed to be confused by Sasha's behavior. Who wouldn't be confused in seeing a screeching night creature on a bed?

"I'm Mikasa." The lady started, taking a step toward her that made her shiver and pull the sheet over head.

Mikasa or whoever the lady is seemed to catch on her fear. There were many things Sasha was scared of. This Mikasa could be a human trader that would cut her body parts and sell it in the meat market. The thought made Sasha shudder and tears started to form in her eyes.

"You fell off your horse, near my abode so I decided to help you." Mikasa explained, her voice soothing, "I promise I did not do you any wrong. And oh," Sasha heard a plate clatter for a bit which perked her interest.

She immediately sat up, ignoring the pain. She bowed slightly, "NICE TO MEETCHA, MIKASA! I'M SASHA BLOUSE!" She yelled. She looked up to see Mikasa in shock, holding a plate of corn and a few pieces of beef. She held out her hand in greeting. "HOWDY!"

Mikasa raised a brow, puzzled. "How what?"

The brown haired girl quickly chomped off a big piece of beef and made a big sound of gratification as she swallowed it down her gullet, savoring the rich flavors of salt and pepper.

"Thankyousomuch!" She squealed as she used her fingers to scoop out the corn from the bowl, tears forming in her eyes and sliding down her face.

Seeing Sasha's behavior made Mikasa feel strange and she stared at the hungry woman who seemed to be vigorously eating the food.

"There's a cleaner way to eat you know." Mikasa pointed to spoon that rested on the plate.

•••

As a child of a devil whore, Annie was supposed to be cast out, in short, killed. Race mixing was absolutely detested in the Marleyan Empire, especially if they mix in with the Eldian devils.

However, since the King fathered her, she was spared. The petite blonde was indeed a bastard child, yes that was bad enough but in Marley, infanticide was a bigger faux pas than bastards.

And so she was spared. She remained in the castle most of her life. From trinkets, parfums, oriental decals, silks, and anything the mind can name, Annie had it all. Everything was hers and hers alone.

The favoritism of the King to his bastard was tolerated for this bastard, Annie, was his only daughter. He loved her enough that their bond is comparable to Orpheus and Eurydice. The King loved seeing the shadow of the devil whore he fucked from his bastard daughter. It was bliss to him. He felt like tasting ambrosia every time he sucked on his daughter's supple and milky skin. He felt like he ascended beyond the seven levels of heaven every time he laid his skin over his daughter's.