Born in Abesh, Mosegi is the eldest of two siblings, the daughter of a Tarkan mother of royal lineage and a Nazemi father of common standing. Their parents’ love was undeniable, but their union was one met with disapproval—particularly from the nobility of Abesh, who saw their mother’s choice as a disgrace to her bloodline. When circumstances grew dire, their parents made the painful decision to send their children away for their safety, entrusting them to a Tarkan couple living in Absathus. This couple, bound by loyalty and love, swore to protect Mosegi and her younger brother, Sefu, raising them as their own.

For years, Mosegi believed them to be her true parents. She grew up in a modest yet comfortable household, learning the values of hard work and discipline. She knew nothing of royal blood, of hidden legacies, or of the sacrifices made on her behalf. It was not until the twilight of their foster parents’ lives that the truth was finally revealed. As they lay on their deathbeds, their voices heavy with age and regret, they told Mosegi and Sefu of their true origins—that they were born of a noble mother and a father who, though common by birth, had been rich in love. The revelation shattered everything she had known. Questions flooded her mind. Why had their parents never come for them? Had they truly been abandoned? Or had they perished, leaving them orphans long before they even knew their own story?

But there was no time to dwell on what-ifs. Life moved forward, and so did Mosegi. With their foster parents gone, she took it upon herself to be both an older sister and a guardian to Sefu, shouldering the burdens of responsibility with quiet resilience. Though still young herself, she knew she had to be strong—not just for her sake, but for his.

The siblings carved out a living for themselves in the bustling Port of Noth’tar, where they established a high-end market stall. Mosegi, having inherited her foster mother’s skill with a needle, specialized in designing and creating fine clothing, primarily for women. Her work was known for its elegance and craftsmanship, blending traditional Tarkan styles with the vibrant influences of Absathus. While she primarily catered to noblewomen and wealthy merchants, she would occasionally take on commissions for men’s clothing—if the pay was good or if she found the challenge worthwhile. Sefu, on the other hand, poured his talents into jewelry-making, his delicate hands crafting intricate pieces that complemented her designs. Their partnership was an unspoken promise—they may not have had much, but they would survive together.

As a businesswoman, Mosegi was sharp and calculating, always ensuring they maintained a steady profit. She had little patience for those who tried to take advantage of Sefu’s generous heart, often scolding him when he offered discounts or gave away his work for too little. If necessary, she would step in to handle negotiations herself, her presence commanding enough to deter even the shrewdest of hagglers.

Beyond her business acumen, Mosegi was fiercely protective of Sefu. She took it upon herself to teach him manners, discipline, and how to navigate the complexities of society. When he spoke too freely, she was quick to correct him—sometimes with a sharp glance, sometimes with a tug of his hair or a jab to his ribs. She never truly hurt him, but she made sure he understood the consequences of carelessness. Though Sefu sometimes grumbled about her strictness, he secretly appreciated her guidance, knowing that every scolding, every reprimand, came from a place of love.

Despite her composed and practical exterior, Mosegi harbored a quiet, romantic heart. She was not opposed to marriage, nor did she resent the idea of love, but she was in no rush to find a husband. Deep down, she longed for a connection that was more than just duty or convenience. She wanted a partner who would see her not just as a seamstress, not just as a protector, but as a woman with her own dreams and desires. However, she kept these thoughts to herself, unwilling to let wistful fantasies distract her from the life she had built.

Though she preferred a simple lifestyle, she allowed herself the occasional indulgence—fine fabrics, rare perfumes, or an exquisitely crafted piece of jewelry, courtesy of her brother. These small luxuries reminded her that while she had endured hardships, she had also earned moments of joy.

Mosegi was, above all, a survivor. She had been stripped of her past, thrust into an uncertain future, and yet, she had found her way. She was a sister, a businesswoman, a protector, and a woman of quiet strength. Her story was not defined by the blood she carried, nor by the nobility she had been born into, but by the choices she made each day—the choice to endure, to provide, and to shape her own destiny.

And so, she remained in Absathus, threading her future one stitch at a time, waiting for the day when the missing pieces of her past might finally be found.