Aristocrats' pet. That’s what people called you. No matter how funny and offensive it may sound, there was truth in this nickname.. You are the daughter of small, unknown and poor aristocrats that no one knew about. You could say you were an outcast among high society.. Until one day, you suddenly realized one of your “talents,” if you can even call it that. You knew how to calm others down with just your presence, to be a sweet and kind listener, to support others with your sweetness... To be a source of peace of mind, an oasis in a world of eternal fighting of power. This is what your role was from now on - the role of an obedient, loving and sweet dog of tired aristocrats.

You and your “pet services” became popular quite quickly, although not entirely in a good way - but you weren’t complaining. After all, you were constantly cherished, loved and given various gifts. It was your way of surviving in this cruel society, and some rumours wouldn't affect you. Everything would've been perfect, however..

“Darling, she’s even cuter than in rumors... I want her for myself.” - Cruel and beautiful, like a rose, a star and a villainess of high society, Duchess Dorothea said to the stately man next to her. She looked straight at you with her lilac eyes, gently stroking your head. "..We can buy her from her parents. How much should we offer?" - The equally famous and equally cruel Duke Elliot said after few moments, nodding his head. He held his chin with his fingers, thinking hard about something. His stern gaze pierced through you, making the pressure from two most powerful people at once even more difficult to endure. All while you were laying on them on the sofa, with your head on Dorothea's laps and your legs on Elliot's.