Maria Yesta

Chapter II

Mari's mother name was Tilda, she only stood there clinching her fist with regret, her mind took her in a trip down memory lane, where she was living a happy life with her newborn daughter and husband, however one day (loan takers/debt collectors/those that lent her husband something and he didn't give them back their money) broke into their house, killed her husband and robbed her of her pleasant life. Tilda was thrown out living in the street with her little baby. She traveled from city to another looking for a good place to live, and she finally reached Mildea.

Mildea is a city where upper and lower class communities are larger in number than middle class. Middle class people were soldiers, butlers and waiters. Meanwhile, Rich families owned factories, and commoners worked for them as slaves, that was the rule 200 years ago, before the current emperor got enthroned. But now nobles enslaved them by law and paid them only a little money, that can only afford to buy food for only two meals a day, they were living in back alleys, and narrow streets. The mayor took big bribes from the aristocrats, and he gave false reports to the capital, he even built big walls around the city and instructed his soldiers to shoot anyone who tries to escape from the commoners. It is used to keep the commoners in the city. Commoners weren't allowed to quit their jobs, if they're dead or incapacitated one of their family members takes over, but those who aren't working turn into thugs and only rob the weak, as for women with children who couldn't work were left behind like trash, some women were taken in as wives by some rich people, however it was a hell, they called it "Enslaving Polygamy", Tilda was one of its victims. Standing still in the corridor she remembered every piece of memory about how she was asked for marriage. It was a hot summer day morning, where a man approached Tilda who was sitting in her usual place with Mari, from his clothes she assumed he was a butler, he said: "I am Spalte Mordomo the butler of Mr. Carlos Yesta, What shalt I call thy?"

"Tilda..." she replied with a low voice. "Thou shalt marry Mr. Carlos in order to get thy's daughter a good life" he said after clearing his throat, his hand behind his back, standing straight like a pillar. A tear slid down her cheek, she knew nothing back then, she knew nothing about the hell she was heading to with her own legs. The butler headed for the carriage in the corner and opened its door to the overjoyed woman.