The lady, Maurice, was tagged a daughter of a whore since her twelve years of age, she had grown to this name of stigma and had already thought of it as cliche, every woman without a husband which bore a child was tagged loose in her community, and if such woman was no more, the tag ultimately goes to the female child in their anticipation to take on the steps of her biology although she had faint memory of her parents, especially of her father, if she had one, she remembers she once asked her mother of her father and was told her father does not exist, she knew her father wanted nothing to do with a village girl as he was a noble of another commune, he considered it his youthful mistake at least that she knew growing up in her society.
However, while her mother was a villager and a very beautiful brown woman with a striking brown eyes as if it could lit up at any moment, many suitors had lined up for her hands and on knowing she had a child would vanish in an instance, it indeed took on her mother, no matter how her mother branded the men as incompetent the little Maurice could still feel her mother's sadness and sometimes blames her own existence.
Maurice's mother Annie had no job, she wasn't literate to be a governess nor had resources enough to start up some kind of trade even she knew trading was useless for her type in her village, an obvious "castigation", the villagers had refused her most sort of works and when she finally gets one she receives little to nothing and she eventually became what they called her a "tramp".
It came a day while Maurice sat by herself as usual, she waited patiently for her mother by the old chimney, warming herself by the moldy logs of wood, she enjoyed the crackling sounds but while she waited on her mother, she never returned, the morning came but she didn't return either and it went on from days to a week and Annika had no patience to keep waiting for her for it was the longest she had stayed, at ten years of age she knew it was odd and became uneasy wanting to search for her mother.
It was winter and the thick covers of the snow sheets swallowed her small booths, she made her way to the village administrator's office but as she walked in she noticed the high murmurs and whispers grow as she walked her way up, kids around her age pointed their hands and mothers of this children never cautioned them but scorned at her, she was used to their spiteful gaze but it seems that it was in great disgust today was it because she never stepped out for a week.
Finally reaching her destination, lucky enough she recognized a young man with whom she had seen a few times with her mother and her small feet carried her to him.
I am looking for my mother Master, she has not returned home for days, her face brimmed with upcoming tears. The young master with a lady at hand lowered himself a feet over her as he sneered at her," your mother was a spoil of business and had brought great problems to my business since this few days I have had no rest, my investment gone, she wasted my work by getting caught, that damned mother of yours owes me a tone and she steals from me by dying, he stood up and clicked his tongue, how would you her daughter make up for it.
Maurice was confused about what he said, was her mother a thief and got caught stealing and what did he mean by "dying ".
I don't understand Mister, Maurice sniffled, the lady by his side let out a small chuckle, Oh little thing, poor child, what the young master Ski here is saying is, your mother was s s s.. a spoil of business and she's dead because she got caught in the balls of the king and was taken to death by the queen and now, the queen's fangs are everywhere in his business, she requests a ton from the master in return, if I where you darling I will pick my tiny brown feet running for my life cause the queen would wipe out the generation of your whoring mother that means, she's coming for you.
Her feet knew one thing, to run and run as fast as she could back home but at getting home a great crowd and fogginess of the street was chaos, she didn't know what was happening, her home was on fire as the flames danced with winds and crowds cheered to their success, she was all alone no safe heaven to cry, all she knew was the home and mother and the villagers but she has lost everything in a day because she left home, her mom tells her never to leave home but today, just today she left and the house was burnt and she couldn't find her mother, her mother would definitely be very angry at her, she snaked her small self from the crowd running in with intentions to safe some of her mother's dresses at least but 9n her steps she got dragged away by the same master Ski. Are you mad you have the same death wish as your mother, come with me he dragged her bit she resisted, If you don't come, I won't show you where your mother is, so now tap your feet faster.
The carriage rode for few minutes to a little mansion uncovering above the valley, they arrived at their destination and she was dragged out to a room which happens to have some of her mother's belong especially a hair scarf that her mother wore and along a DIY bracelet she made for her mother.