There once was a very content girl. She clung to her father like the bark of a tree. He bought her jewels and anything young girls could ask for. However, she wasn't so materialistic even though some would call her situation spoiled. The only thing she ever desired was the warmth of her father's embrace against the cold purity named snow. Despite what most thought of her, a rich girl with everything, she never had the one wish she always wanted; her father's mutual love. He traveled all over seas often leaving her in the care of some broken down maid or grotesque butler. She didn't mind it much although it still hurt her every time he went away.
Her father was what you call a businessman, an entrepreneur. There was no one who could stand in his way, no one that could stop him! At least, that's what everyone thought. He would design from animal clothing and masks to cathedrals and mansions. Whatever he designed people would buy. Sometimes he had so many clients that he would have to stay longer than intended in places like Japan, Korea, and America. Back in England, the young girl would be changing into multiple outfits; all would be for the most idiotic of occasions. Like dinnertime to playtime to school…all quite random and needless.
She wore glamorous gowns and Lolita dresses with long curled hair. However, when the maids or butler were not looking, she'd transform into a normal girl in blue jeans, sweatshirt, and straight ponytail hair. She'd be "lost" for hours at a time in a dark part of the forest playing with all the animals. She'd watch in awe as spiders spun their webs and foxes playing tag. Then she'd sneak in with a special makeshift door she created. She was called Cinderella for her love of simplicity. The other kids would call her goldy locks and Fran (St. Francis), for her love of animals. Her hair was always dyed blonde. She was always an exhibit for her father; a rare treasure.
Her mother had died after childbirth and she's always been told by her father's friends how she looked just like her mother, innocent and golden. She would nod and pretend to be mute. She sounded like her father, a dark low voice full of authority. One night after the party, she was caught in the act of changing into a tomboy by none other than her father. He was extremely fatigued and swaying. "Father!" She beamed. "Charles!" is what he heard. Charles ran up and hugged her tightly, his hand resting on her behind. "Daddy? Daddy!" Cinderella cried. "Oh Charles." Is what he heard. She was embraced 'til morning. When she woke up, he was gone. Her father had decided to leave her the house in England and move to Japan permanently.
She was left alone without any assistance. The staff refused to care for her and decided to move to Japan with the master. They told him that there was someone watching over her to give him peace of mind. The house and utilities were paid for so she only had to learn to eat. She put on her tomboy clothes and went to the woods. Unbeknownst to her, a pair of shining emerald eyes followed.