Even though you don't know it, the village elders still talk about the day you were born. It's always in hushed tones and with downward glances they speak. It was the most tragic thing to happen there in many moons. The storm came down from no where, then the velvet darkness, and when the moon finally appeared your mother and the midwife lay dead in the cottage, their throats slit and you were gone. The elders searched the surrounding wood but never found any sign of you. The forest was quiet all that day and for the next year hunting was not so good.
But you weren't to know that. You were a servant at a palace. You drifted through life in a trance always unsure as to wear you should be, even though you're usually given very specific instructions on what to do.
Picture yourself, 19 years old and you serve a master you have never seen. This land is at war with the one ruled by the cold and ruthless sesshomaru, but you don't care who your master is. A demon lord would need his clothes washed same as a human one and things never change that much for a servant.
The other servant girls dislike you, or feel nothing towards you at all. They giggle and chase boys. Some have already married. But you chose to stay in the palace. For some reason boys don't interest you that much, and although you are pretty with your long brown curls and emerald eyes they got tired of chasing you along time ago. So you drift, never really connecting with people. You watch them live their lives wondering why you don't want that for yourself. It had always been that way… but your life was about to change because that was the night the castle was taken.