𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐚𝐮𝐥 : 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 1 : 𝐅𝐢𝐚𝐝𝐡, 𝐒𝐢𝐫

"Again!" The ruthless, cruel guard screamed as the men flogged me mercilessly, again and again. I gritted my teeth, determined not to let a single drop of tear fall.

I'm the daughter of the most respected, and most feared tribe leader of Gaul. I shall not surrender. I closed my eyes and tried to gather my remaining strength as I looked around my surroundings.

The Roman slave market, where all the lowly scums who got conquered by the great good Rome get sold off as slaves, prostitutes and courtesans.

The great Julius Caesar had conquered Gaul, and I was among the newest items in the slave market. I only hoped I'd get chosen as a courtesan, at least they get patrons.

"Enough! Stop." A deep voice emerged suddenly and unexpectedly, and everyone fell silent. A man, dressed as an assassin, had arrived on horseback. As he took off his mask, I recognised him.

It was Marcellus Amato, the most notorious assassin of Rome and one of Caesar's most valuable treasures. The noise of the bustling slave market died down as he slowly made his way to the market.

"Who's this?" He asked dismissively, looking at me with nonchalance. I've had men looking at me with eyes full of lust my entire life, but this was new. And it stung , more than the burning pain of my fresh scars.

"The daughter of the chieftain of Helvetii tribe, sir." A guard said in low voice, his eyes fixed on the ground.

"Hmm." Marcellus Amato eyed me curiously, examining me from head to toe. Even in the torn, dirty slave clothes, my curves found a way to flaunt themselves and although severely scarred, my face could win over the fragile, lustful hearts of a thousand men.

"Free her. She shall serve as a maid for my wife." Marcellus announced finally.

Well, this was unexpected. Quite frankly, I'd prefer to be a courtesan rather than being a maid, but I suppose my fate had other plans.

"Well, she costs a bit more than the others, you see-" One guard intervened but Marcellus threw a large sum of 90 aureus at my feet.

And I was sold off to serve Marcellus Amato and Drussila Amato.

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The Amato household was large, filled with wealth and precious articrafts, of course.

And there was Drussila Amato, sitting in the center of the room, looking the pictute of disdainfulness.

"What's your name, filthy girl?" Marcellus entered the room.

"Fiadh, Sir." I answered in firm voice, determined never to show terror or fear.

"Who's....this, Marcellus?" Drussila scrunshed her nose in disgust. But I suppose she couldn't help it, her nose had a permanently disgusted look.

"She'll serve you as a maid." Marcellus said and went away as abruptly as he came.

"Well? Start working, princess!" The guards of the Amato house leered at me, laughing among themselves.

I left to get dressed in the servants' quarter. There was the dress, my uniform. It was most unflattering, of course, and although the other maids here accepted wearing those, I'd never.

I intentionally tore a part in the shoulders, and slit open the dress in a way that would expose my right shoulder and my left leg. And I wore it, the tight, rough fabric hugging my curves perfectly. I smirked to myself.

Fiadh Byrne the tribe princess was dead. Now would emerge Fiadh Byrne, the seductress of Gaul.

"trasna mo chroí agus tá súil agam go bhfaighidh mé bás." I smiled to myself.

(Translation : Cross my heart and hope to die)

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