Roaming the busy streets in rags. It wasn't too comfortable or anything of the such. She had no choice other to do so. Her body was dirty, she hasn't bathed for a while. Her stature small and petite, all she was is skin and bones. Her body looking slightly malnourished. It wasn't her choice. What she had to everyday wasn't her choice. She wished that she could have a opinion on it, but it was life or death and like everyone else, she picked life.
Clarissa Fray. That's her name, although she preferred to be called Clary. It was three year of 1450 when her life turned around. She use to have a family. A loving one in fact. Until one day an accident happened. Everyone in her family expect herself was killed. She was left without a family and a home. It was the 18 hundreds. No one could take her in. There was practically no orphanages.
Every single day she has to bend her own morals just to survive in this world. She has to steal. There was no other way for her to get food. She had no money and nothing to trade for. Today was different. Whilst on the mission of swiftly taking a baguette from the shops on the street, she ran into someone. It was a man. She has yet to known any man except for her deceased father and brother. He was tall, a large build, muscular, and wearing quite expensive clothing. He was clearly a noble. While running into him she accidentally spilled his drink all over the man.
"How dare you! You peasant. Do you know how much this cost ?"
Surprised by his outcall Clary just stares and cowers in fear. He continued.
"Did you not watch where you were going ? Clearly you weren't. What's this ?"
The man justered to the bread she was holding in her hand.
"I doubt you even had the money to pay for that, you thief! I especially dislike people who steal. Instead of working hard to get what they want, they steal from people who work hard."
Clary stares at him and took all of him in. Sure he was currently lecturing her, but hey she's a teenager that can has eyes. She can check out a guy if she wants. He was blonde. No not blonde. His hair was almost white. His eyes were black. Like the bottom of a abyss. She had to admit he was good looking, but given his attitude over a small accident definitely lowers his attractiveness levels.
"You know people like you need to learn a lesson. I'm not going to merely let you of the hook. What's your name? And how old are you?"
She responded very quietly.
"My name's Clary, I'm 16 years old."
"I'm Sebastian. Do you happen to have a family and home ?" He asked. It seems like he's trying to get something out of here.
"No."
"Great because of your clumsiness, I'm going to make you work to replace this very expensive coat. It so happens that my family is in the need of a new maid. Since our house is quite large, this new job of yours will also contain free housing."