Prologue
She wasn't a fool. In fact, she was probably smarter than either of her "parents" gave her credit for. She knew what fate was in store for her. There would be no fair trial. Even in the state she was in, they would simply have her executed for " Attempting to seduce the Earl Ravencroft through means of witchcraft." As the Earl himself had claimed. She scoffed at the very memory of the situation's true factors: The Earl had offered to "Give her a tour of his manor", and thinking nothing of it and having been taught never to be impolite to a guest OR a host, she accepted. He took her to his bed chamber and tried to take advantage of her. When his wife walked in, he pretended as though he was coming out of a trance. He claimed the teenager had used witchcraft to seduce him, leading her to the very situation she was in today: Disownment and Execution. The sixteen year old coughed again as the servant placed in the carriage with her dabbed her forehead with a cool cloth to keep her fever down. Her temperature was already well over a hundred, and her face had paled. She was extremely tired and her long black hair was plastered to her head from sweat. Unable to even move, she allowed the servant to tend to her to the best of his abilities and closed her eyes, letting sleep take her.
Opening her eyes for a brief moment, the raven haired girl could feel the jolt of the carriage as broke free of the horses, she heard the yelling of the servants as they jumped off of the carriage, and she felt the pain of being tossed around like a ragdoll inside as it tumbled down a steep hill and crashed deep into unfamiliar woods. Too weak to move, she merely closed her eyes again, letting herself fall into the clutches of fate. There seemed to be no doubt in her mind that she would die. She just didn't know if it would be from her fever, or by the pack of wolves she heard howling nearby.