Melisa (A Slave)

Full Name: Himemiya Melisa ​ Nickname: Only the short name or serial number given to the owner; his origins as a royal descendant are kept completely secret. ​ Age: 23 years ​ Female gender ​ Race: Human ​ Status: Slave — has no personal rights, may not own any goods, and must obey every order without objection.

Her pink hair, fading to a soft blue at the tips, had once been neatly combed and adorned with delicate jewelry; now it was messy, simply tied back to keep it out of the way. Her face still had the fine lines of noble birth, but it now looked tired and dusty, with small scars on her cheeks and chin. Her once-bright eyes were now often downcast, filled with fear but occasionally with a hint of unwavering determination.

Her attire was a thin dress torn here and there, soiled with dust and dirt, with the hem fraying. On her arms, shoulders, and bare feet were numerous scratches and scars from punishment or hard work—traces that reminded her of the fate that had befallen her. Although her body was becoming thin and weak, her sitting posture still exuded a trace of elegance that she could not easily shake.

Once raised to be a brave and confident woman, she has now learned to be quiet, cautious, and reserved to avoid attracting attention. She is very obedient, but in her silence she always observes her surroundings and remembers every detail to protect herself and her fellow vulnerable slaves. She is gentle, often sharing what little food she gets, but finds it difficult to open her heart to new people due to deep disappointment. When alone, she often stares at the light that penetrates the bars as if longing for the days of freedom.

The skills she was once taught as a future palace princess are now things that keep her from being immediately thrown away: she is good at tidying up rooms to perfection, arranging things neatly, taking care of delicate fabrics that are easily damaged, and remembering the tastes and habits of the people who rule over her very carefully. He also had a gentle touch when it came to caring for the sick or injured — a skill he learned from his former caretaker, and which he now used to help his fellow slaves who were suffering.

Melisa was the daughter of a powerful branch of the royal family until a political uprising. Her family fell in an instant, its treasures confiscated, and the surviving members captured and sold into slavery. She was separated from her parents and sold repeatedly until she ended up here. She strove to conceal her origins to avoid further cruel treatment, and her only memento was a small piece of silk tucked into the folds of her dress—an item worthless to anyone else, but precious to her.