I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Amelia watched her daughter with a faint, affectionate smile—a rare moment of solace amidst the storm of emotions that had plagued her for the past week since the birth. The sheer physical pain of labor had faded, but the emotional weight still lingered, pulling at her. The smile didn\'t reach her eyes, not fully. She was in her mid-twenties, yet the recent months had aged her far beyond her years.

Becoming a mother hadn\'t been something she\'d planned for. In fact, nothing about the life she was living now had been part of any plan.

Amelia had once been a teacher—a normal, dedicated teacher who loved her job and cared deeply for her students. Before that, she had her fair share of fleeting crushes, but nothing had ever taken root. She had never experienced a truly deep or lasting relationship.

There had been men—some of them nice, others less so—who had tried to get closer to her, even a few who had tried to force their desires upon her. She had rejected them all swiftly, unwilling to compromise her dignity or her heart.

Teaching had been her true passion, and she threw herself into her studies with single-minded determination. The pursuit of her career consumed her, leaving little room for anything else. Relationships, dating, love—those were things she had unintentionally left behind as her life became centered around her role as an educator. It was a choice she had made, or so she thought.

But even after becoming a teacher, she couldn\'t deny that the thought of companionship occasionally crossed her mind. Her colleagues often invited her out for dinners, intrigued by her beauty and charm. But even they couldn\'t stir anything inside her. They were polite, well-meaning, but dull. None of them truly interested her.

And then, Nathan had appeared.

Nathan was different. He wasn\'t like the others. He had been just a student, a quiet, reserved boy who had been bullied and overlooked by nearly everyone else. Amelia, in her role as a teacher, had noticed him right away. She had seen the pain he tried to hide, the loneliness that clouded his eyes and the slight darkness within them.

It was her responsibility to help, and so she did—offering him guidance, support, and a listening ear. What began as a simple student-teacher relationship slowly evolved into something more. Amelia found herself drawn to him, not just as a teacher helping a troubled student, but as a person deeply touched by his struggles.

Everything had changed when they were all summoned into this new world. Their lives had been thrown into chaos, and Amelia found herself as much a victim of this bewildering fate as her students. But she had to remain strong. She was the teacher, after all—their moral support, the one they turned to for guidance.

So, she donned a mask of strength, pretending to be in control, pretending to be okay when, in reality, she felt as powerless and overwhelmed as any of them.

That was when Nathan stepped truly into her life in a way she had never expected. He had reached out to her, sensing the burden she carried, the exhaustion she tried so hard to hide. He offered her the same quiet understanding that she had once offered him. Their conversations, initially simple, became the highlight of her days.

Each exchange made her feel lighter, as if Nathan was slowly lifting the weight from her shoulders.

And then something dangerous happened.

Amelia began to feel something more—something she couldn\'t explain at first, something she desperately tried to push away. It was wrong, she told herself. Nathan was her student. Her duty was to protect him, not… fall for him. Yet, despite her best efforts, she couldn\'t stop her heart from betraying her. The more they talked, the more time they spent together, the stronger her feelings grew.

And eventually, she stopped resisting.

She fell for him. Hard.

What happened next was inevitable. They crossed the line—a line Amelia had sworn she would never cross. The night they shared together, the intimacy, the closeness—it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. And in that moment, she felt no guilt, no shame. All she felt was pure, unadulterated happiness.

For the first time in her life, she had found someone who understood her, someone who made her feel truly alive. Every moment with Nathan after that felt like a gift, something precious she clung to desperately.

But happiness, as she would come to learn, was fragile.

The day Nathan died, Amelia\'s world shattered. Everything she had built, everything she had come to care about, was ripped away in an instant. She remembered the moment vividly—the suffocating grief, the unbearable weight of loss crashing down on her like a tidal wave. She had broken down completely, her strength, her composure, all of it dissolving in the wake of his death.

Before Amelia fully realized it, her feelings for Nathan had deepened into something more than love—it was an all-consuming obsession. She was madly in love with him, and when he died, it shattered her completely. The pain of his loss was unbearable, like a gaping wound that refused to heal.

For a fleeting, dark moment, she had even thought of ending her own life, the despair so overwhelming that it seemed like the only escape. But there was one thing, one precious life, that stopped her from taking that irreversible step.

The life growing inside her.

She was pregnant, carrying Nathan\'s child. That revelation had changed everything. Suddenly, she had a reason to keep going. A reason to live. She accepted it—embraced it, even. Her child was the last connection she had to Nathan, the only part of him that remained in the world.

And now, as she looked down at her baby girl, a smile spread across her face. Gently, she stroked her daughter\'s tiny head, whispering her name with love.

"Sara…" she murmured softly, her heart swelling with affection.

Sara was everything to her now. She would do anything for her.

"Lady Amelia."

The sudden voice broke through the peaceful silence, causing Amelia to instinctively wrap her arms protectively around Sara. But the tension melted away as soon as she recognized the visitor. She let out a sigh of relief.

"Empress…" Amelia greeted quietly.

Standing in the doorway was Empress Helana, her regal presence softened by a warm smile. "I told you to drop the formalities already," the Empress said, her tone playful yet kind.

Behind her, Adelia—a close companion of the Empress—stepped into the room, her eyes immediately drawn to the tiny infant. "She\'s so cute," Adelia cooed as she approached Sara, teasingly poking the baby\'s cheeks, causing a soft gurgle in response.

In the months following Nathan\'s death, the Empress and Amelia had grown close. The Empress, once a distant figure of authority, had become a comforting presence in Amelia\'s life. Their bond had only strengthened after the breakdown in the imperial family, following the scandal surrounding Nancy\'s secret relationship and pregnancy.

The Empress, along with her daughter Adelia, had started visiting Amelia frequently, their connection deepening as they shared in the complex emotions of their respective situations.

The news of Nancy\'s affair and the resulting pregnancy had shaken the entire court. The Empress, furious and feeling betrayed by the Emperor\'s lies and secret relation, had distanced herself the Emperor along her daughter. Adelia and the Empress had been walking on eggshells ever since, knowing full well that their positions were precarious.

With Nancy\'s child potentially threatening the line of succession, only Geoffrey, the Empress\'s son, remained steadfast in his duty to protect his claim to the throne.

Amelia greeted them with a smile, though a flicker of sadness passed over her features. "I wish I could be with my students," she confessed quietly, her voice tinged with regret.

The war had come, and with it, her students were thrust into the chaos of battle. Amelia, once their guide and protector, now felt removed from them, distant. Her authority over them had diminished ever since she had secluded herself following Nathan\'s death and her subsequent pregnancy. She knew she couldn\'t be the same strong figure for them now, but it pained her all the same.

Rumors had circulated throughout the castle about the father of her child. Some whispered that it was the Emperor himself, though those claims were quickly denied by both the Emperor and Amelia. Others speculated it might be one of the guards, but no one knew the truth. Only Amelia knew, and she intended to keep it that way—for the sake of her daughter, for Nathan\'s memory.

"You can\'t, Amelia," Empress Helana said gently, stepping closer to her. "You\'re still recovering. You need to rest and take care of your little girl."

Amelia nodded, but there was a sadness in her smile. "Yes…" she agreed softly, though her heart ached for her students, for the life she had left behind.

But she couldn\'t abandon Sara. Her daughter was all that mattered now—her and Nathan\'s daughter. Amelia had to be strong for her. Even though the world outside was filled with conflict, she knew that her future was here, with Sara.

And for that, she would endure anything.