Kicking the snow once more with my almost destroyed boot, I sighed. Why did this have to happen? I am… or was noble, even considered a princess amongst my people. But I gave it all away, just for a chance of power. Once a noble girl who had anything and everything even a princess could have possibly wanted. Countless dresses, loyal servants, pets of every tame species and even a caring guardian tiger. Giving it all away just because of a stupid, unrealistic vision.
When you're the daughter of a rich and powerful lord, it is expected that you would have remarkable beauty. In fact, it can be used as a weapon to break even the strongest of warriors. Beauty can be a strength that only women are eligible to possess but it is truly a curse of the worst kind.
In Formenian society, women are just used for marriage and children. My father, being who he is, decided whom I would be wed to before I could even walk. But being the highest authority in our 'kingdom', he had ultimate choice over everything. I don't even understand why it is called a kingdom. He isn't a king, therefore making Forarda a lordship or something of the sort.
I was to be wed to Lord Flairikin. To be honest, I have never heard his name before the thirteenth month before I was to be wed to him. At the age of sixteen, I was expected to be wed and be a mother to a child. Or at least be carrying one. It was different because I had escaped many men before, much to my father's annoyance. Many times I had escaped marriage, seven if memory serves me right.
The last memory of my father was of him screaming at me for running away to avoid the initial meeting of my fiancée. I envied my brother very much, just to be able to have thee pleasure of not having to be forced into marriage. Loki had the true freedom, but of course father favoured him. He said that Lord Loki of Forarda sounded much stronger than Lady Charlene of Forarda. Apparently I was too weak to be able to rule, that is what my father always said but what he really meant was that women in general are weak.
He hated me, not only for being a girl but also I was a half-breed. Part demon, part witch. I never met my mother; all I know is that she was my mother. I didn't even know her name. I looked quite different from my father and brother as a result of being a half-breed, but still I had the dominant features of a Formen. The nails dark as a moonless night, the ever-changing colour of my eyes and the razor sharp canine fangs.
Not long after the final outburst of anger from my father, I had the vision that had changed my life… for the worse. Running away, taking only myself and the clothes on my back. Never again to see Lord Volcan, my father or Loki, my dear brother.