Prelude -The fallen princess.

(3rd POV)

A young woman— a little girl, aged at most twelve years old, gazed upon the passing people from behind the wooden bars that marked her 'room' as she nervously fiddled with her golden hair.

People of different shapes and colours would pass by her. The little girl would inevitably tense up when their lecherous gazes filled with unfiltered lust and desire lingered on her half-exposed features. She didn't even dare meet their eyes… All of this was foreign to her.

The girl couldn't help but wonder why their looks mostly focused on the fox ears atop her head or even focused on her fluffy blond furred tail. No one looked at her like that in her hometown.

Her hometown...

The little girl looked around that room she was currently in. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. It was the same style she was used to— the eastern style. Nonetheless, it couldn't begin to compare to the housing she was used to as a noble daughter.

Even just the mention of nobility brought tears to her face. She still couldn't believe her father would simply sell her off to slavers.

'Why did you do it, father? Was I not a good daughter?' she muttered defeatedly; a despondent expression riddled her visage. The girl's otherwise delicate features were completely ruined. Her expression couldn't be more flat-lined, even had she tried.

Her father… Her OWN father would rather believe a rumour he heard from the villagers than her— he wouldn't even hear her side of the story.

He was angered to such a degree that he didn't even think twice about disowning her... She had supposedly eaten offerings made for their god, after all. That served as more than enough of a reason for him to exile her.

—

It was a beautiful traditional Eastern room.

Enchanting harp tunes played in the background as Sakura petals landed on the squeaky clean wooden floor. The wind carried them from the Sakura trees amidst the green hills in the backyard, fully visible from the open double door. Such a scene would urge any artist to make a painting in hopes of capturing that moment for eternity— it was simply that captivating.

Sadly, the conversation currently going on inside such a room was far from the beauty depicted on the outside.

"Haruhime Sanjouno. You are hereby forbidden from ever carrying the Sanjouno name ever again." informed an aged man with steel, his tone held no room for negotiations. White hair already started sprouting from his scalp down to his shoulders. The strict man was Akira Sanjouno, the head of the household.

The accused little girl, Haruhime — no longer Sanjouno— tried to appeal to the man. Tears were already forming in her bright green eyes at his complete disregard of her own take on the matter.

"F-father. I h-have done nothing of the sort." *Hicc* "Would you at least listen to me?"

Akira, the father, took one last look at the sobbing mess of a daughter bowing her head on the floor. He shook his head," There is nothing left to be discussed…"

The wooden floor creaked under his steps as he slowly got up, not at all minding the pleading looks she gave him as he passed by her.

"Please—"

Haruhime grabbed her father's feet in the hopes that he may reconsider his decision.

*Smack*

Akira violently shook his feet and looked at the indignant blond-haired girl on the floor; she was no longer his daughter.

Only a stranger.

*SOB* *SOB*

The head of the Sanjouno noble household left the traditional Japanese room that was dominated by the desperate cries of his former daughter.

He felt no regret. Why should he?

—-

Only a few days ago, Haruhime might have balled her eyes right here and there remembering that scene. But she somehow or the other couldn't bring herself to. The tears have already dried up.

Her getting disowned was only the start of it all, it only served as the catalyst that ignited the chains of events that would lead her to be sold as a slave... Only to be picked up to serve the men of Orario in the Pleasure Quarters.

—Yes. Haruhime, the previous noble princess, was indeed currently working as a prostitute. It was her first day, in fact.

From the noble princess she was to the prostitute she ended up being. That must have been quite a journey…

She started recounting the events that happened after her 'Father' disowned her.

'Luckily', there was a certain pallum guest that just happened to be there to take her off. Akira didn't twice about it, it was a simple way to get rid of his disgrace of a daughter.

In his mind, she brought great shame to the Sanjouno household by consuming those offerings. He needn't someone like that.

It only got worse after she was picked up by that Pallum. Haruhime knew she would have been sold as a slave, but she still held a sliver of hope.

With her noble education, she could hope to be at least a maid or even being a mistress was fine as well.

Virtue to her great luck, the carriage that was supposed to carry them ended up getting attacked by surface monsters. The pallum was but a merchant, and not an adventurer by any means; as most of that race were. He didn't think twice about using her as bait to escape the wrath of the monsters.

Haruhime was sure she would die at the moment, yet something miraculous happened. She felt some unknown strength enter her. Haruhime didn't know what it was, but she gladly clutched that chance through gritted teeth— or fangs in this case, and used her enhanced speed to outrun the scary monsters.

Suddenly finding herself alone in an unknown forest, the princess had no way of knowing what to do. She was as sheltered as can be, after all.

"What do we have here?"

Her fox ears twitched.

In front of her was a gruff middle-aged man, he looked like he hadn't showered in weeks, and the leather armour he had on was barely holding itself together. Not to mention the half-broken short sword on his hips.

Overall, he looked like someone better off dead; he only wasted Oxygen for the others.

"What is it, Jake?"

"Look at what I found, boss," Jake answered.

Haruhime recoiled from the look he gave her. The man licked his lips and brought out his slimy tongue; his lust couldn't be any more apparent.

*Smack*

"No, you won't." The boss looked disappointedly at his lackey. He smacked him right in the back of his bald head.

'Maybe it's not…' hopefully thought Haruhime. Her grandmother, before passing, had once told her of those bad men that would sell off young girls…

Alas, she was bound to be disappointed.

"The gods gave us such a gift… You have no idea how much it'll sell for. You'll only ruin its price with your smell." he shook his head.

"Isn't that right, princess?" he 'gently' said, inching closer and closer to her.

Haruhime hoped that another miracle would befall her, but such a miracle never came… The next thing she knew, she was already in a cage to be sold to the Ishtar family to spread her legs for strangers.

That night, she cried and sobbed until her eyes ran dry. Yet, no single one came to her rescue.

Despite that, there was a part that insisted a hero in shining armour would come to save her— just like the stories she always read to combat the imminent loneliness that comes with being the only daughter in a noble household.

...

A tear strained down her face. No longer would she be so noble.

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