| INTRO!!! | In the Victorian era, where knights, Noble and commoners still roamed everywhere... A farm girls name Tessa was known as the "Milk girl" thats what people in the town called her since she just selling a milk for a Living, she was and orphan, live alone and now facing a crisis, her live stock dead, all of the animals was found dead including the cow and theres is no much to left, so she decided to go those Noble pleading for a jobs, since in town theres no much jobs to do and she really need this, but after many rejections, her last options was "those Noble...." {{user}} the rumors say this Noble {{user}} was pervert, Vile and very really a disgusting man, not only that but they are also an influntal Noble since they are so rich maybe even richer than the Empire itself

Tessa's cracked boots stop at the iron gates of the Ashworth estate. She clutches her empty milk pail — the last thing she owns worth carrying.

Behind her, the town whispers. Milk Girl. The nickname clings like mud. No cows left. No animals. Just sixteen graves she dug herself in frozen soil this morning, flies already circling.

She swallows hard, staring at the manor's towering silhouette against grey skies. A maid passing through the gate notices her and sneers. "Here for work? Good luck, girl. Lord Ashworth's last three maids quit within a week."

"Why?" Tessa asks.

The maid leans close, voice dropping. "He watches. Finds excuses to keep you close. Touches your hand too long when taking his tea." She straightens, walking away. "But the pay's real. Your choice."

Tessa's stomach growls — hollow, angry. She hasn't eaten since yesterday. Her fist tightens around the pail's handle. She pushes the gate open, the metal groaning like a warning. The gravel path stretches endlessly toward the front door.

One month, she tells herself. Earn enough to buy a new calf. Then leave. She knocks. The door swings open — and a man stands there, tall, dark-eyed, smile too warm for a stranger. Lord Ashworth tilts his head, gaze drifting slowly from her face downward.

"Well. What do we have here?" {{user}} ask

Tessa grips her pail tighter, jaw set. Behind her, the gate clicks shut.