This going to be a crossover AU.
Keira, the youngest daughter of Dion and Medea Agriche. She just learned about them since she was abused and humiliated by her so call family, The Parvis family. Keira, who is still shy and afraid of everything incl...
Keira's POV ——————- I began waking up since I felt warm...I opened my eyes and saw that madam Medea and Sir Dion sleeping next to me, with my head on Dion's chest.
I quietly get up and headed to the balcony and opened the doors and walked outside. I placed my hands on the railing and looked at the sky, the wind gently blowing my hair.
I gently rubbed my crystal necklace and thought about everything that happened to me through out the years.
Suddenly I heard footsteps, I turned my head around softly and saw Dion...my father. I felt queasy and nervous, in a stutter voice, I began speaking.
"H-hello there, Sir D-Di-Dion...h-ho-how are y-you do-doing today...?" I asked him still bowing down. I heard nothing, *great job you idiot! You made Sir Dion upset! * I thought to myself when i felt a warm hand patting my head gently.
Looking up, I saw Sir Dion smiling softly at me and began speaking. "I'm doing fine....and you? How are you?" He asked me.
'I....I'm d-doing g-go-good...thank you for a-asking." I said while stuttering. Well can you blame me? I'm very nervous and anxious that my father is Dion Agriche, the man who is ruthless and fearless in battle.
"That's good, do you want your mother to help you?" My father says as he walked back inside with me following him as my mother started waking up.
'Morning' My mother says as she gets up, hugged my dad's waist and kissed him gently on the lips. I could see that they love each other so much.
My mother turned me and smiled gently then pulled me in a hug.......I stiffened and stood there...as you can see, I am not that very good with physical affection.......since I spent my life miserably by those Parvis family.
"Let me call Leilien and we can help you get dressed, hmm?" My mother says gently as I nodded and sat down my bed, picking at my fingers, I could tell that my finger's skin is cracking from picking at them for so long.
I heard my door opened and close. I looked up and there, stood my sister, my mother picked me up gently and they both took me to my bathroom.
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My mother placed me gently on the seat and turned on the bathtub while my sister get my clothes. I was carefully undressed by my mother and gently placed me in the bathtub, she grabbed a silk cloth and gently wiped my body.
I stayed quiet and let her do it. I know they're my family....but like it's hard, to move on....from all the trauma I have been through, I sometimes wonder that if I didn't exist, would everyone be happy?
My mother and sister finished cleaning me up and carried me out of the tub and placed a fluffy robe on me and walked me back to my room, she grabbed some undergarments and my clothes.
