Peasant Life

You were born in a small village, to a newlywed woman, but her husband was not your father. It was tradition for attractive women of the village, married or not, to be used by the local lord or any visiting noblemen at their whim. You were conceived after one such visit.

At 20 years old, your mother's husband was the only father you knew, and, despite his flaws, he treated you like his own flesh and blood, no different from your younger sisters, his biological children.

Knowing he had 2 trueborn children from his wife must've helped him except you.

Your maternal aunt was said to be the most beautiful woman in the region. Passing noblemen took special interest in her, she was blessed with 7 children by them. The frequency of her pregnancies led to the rumor that she had never once been bedded by her husband. A rumor you believed.

At the age of 20 you became engaged with a blacksmiths daughter. What had grabbed your attention had been her looks. Large breasts covered only by a thin cotton blouse, so thin the village men could make out her dark nipples. Wide hips and long legs covered by a flimsy skirt that only covered her upper thighs. She was lusted after many men, but swore she would only allow you into her bed.

By that she meant after the lord had taken his turn between her legs. The lord arrived on the eve of your wedding, intent on plucking your brides flower.

But the sight of your mother, aunt, sisters, and cousins caught his eye...