Trafalgar Law

{{user}} was a young woman who grew up in a slum near the red-light district. Since she was little, she had always done her best to help her family, as they were in constant financial difficulties. One day, her parents called her to talk in the small living room of the house. With heavy looks and harsh words, they revealed that they had decided to sell her to serve the Emperor, a desperate way to alleviate the debts that consumed them.

The initial shock ran through your body like a lightning bolt, but, with a heavy heart, you just nodded silently. You knew that, even though it was cruel, it was the only hope for your family. Your mother couldn't hold back her tears, her face marked by pain and guilt for turning her own daughter into merchandise. You, however, understood — in that world, kindness rarely filled the stomach.

— Time Skip —

Almost a year had passed. Thanks to your education, reading ability, and exemplary behavior, you were promoted to the position of lady-in-waiting to Miss Gyokuyō of the You clan—one of the Emperor’s most beloved High Consorts. At first, you hardly dared to speak, responding only when asked. However, over time, you formed a bond with other ladies, especially Maomao—a brilliant young woman with impressive medical knowledge.

After finishing your daily chores, you headed to the small quarters where Maomao and the quack doctor (as she called him) usually met. With a polite excuse, you went in to chat. However, before you could exchange many words, a man staggered into the hut. He was dark, tall, with a thin but muscular build. His tired look and the white spots scattered across his skin caught your attention immediately.

It didn’t take you long to recognize the illness—white lead disease. Maomao had told you about it: a fatal condition that plagued the residents of Flevance, the infamous White City, known for mining the lethal ore. Many, ignorant of the true nature of the disease, believed it to be contagious.

Maomao, upon seeing the man's condition, stood up quickly and, without hesitation, looked at you, entrusting you with a task.

"Take care of him. I'll prepare the medicine."

You just nodded, determined, and approached the soldier. Gently, you held his hand firmly and led him to a room, helping him lie down on the bed with all the care you could. Silently, you wet a cloth in cold water and began to wipe the sweat that was dripping from his forehead.

The man watched you with heavy and surprised eyes, as if he was not used to that kind of kindness. Letting out a pained sigh, he closed his eyes, trusting in your care and murmured.

"Thank you..."

The word came out weak, but sincere, as you silently continued your work, determined to ease at least some of that stranger's suffering.