There are two ways you can tell my story.
On one hand, you could sugar coat it; I live a happy life with my new family in a lovely home in Falkreath, and we live happily ever after. The end.
I wish that was my story, but it isn't the truth.
This is the truth.
My name is Rosaline Fray. When I was only a few weeks old, my parents left me at Honorhall Orphanage. According to Grelod the "Kind," my mother was a whore and my father was a drunk. I wouldn't know. I have no one to tell me the truth of it.
The years I spent at Honorhall were torture. Actually, torture is an understatement. It actually was a living hell. Grelod treated all of us kids like slaves, and beat us if we even looked at her the wrong way. We were barely fed, and in the winter, sometimes it would get so cold that someone would freeze to death.
Some of us talked about running away, but we knew that we would never make it. What would a group of kids with no education and no family do in the real world?
I decided that I wouldn't ever run away. I was 11 years old, and I thought that maybe I could struggle along for a few more years as long as I just keep my head down and do what I was told. Of course, I didn't even make it 3 more months.
A few days after my 12th birthday, Grelod called all of the children together. She must have been in a pretty good mood, because she didn't hit anyone as we walked into the main room.
"You ungrateful guttersnipes aren't doing enough to help around here," she said. "From now on, I want the boys to scrub the floors and the girls to cook dinner."
No one said anything.
"Well? What do you say?
"Yes Grelod," we all said, but before we could scurry of to do the chores, she stopped us.
"One more thing," she said. "I don't want to hear any more talk of adoption. None of you are EVER going to be adopted. Understand?"
"Yes Grelod, we love you, thank you for your kindness."
"Good. Now, go do your chores."
As a child, I almost never spoke, in fear the I would say the wrong thing and Grelod would get angry. At this, though, I couldn't stay quiet.
"Don't tell us that!" I shouted at her. "We WILL get adopted, and we'll get away from you!"
At first. Grelod was shocked into silence. Then, she reached out and smacked me across the face. Hard. I staggered backwards into the table, and the pots, pans, and bowls clattered to the floor.
"You clumsy bitch. I'll be damned if you're eating my food. tonight," she said.
I said nothing.
"Pick up and go straight to bed."
I bent over to pick up a pan that had fallen to the floor.
Then I swung it as hard as I could.
Grelod was unconscious as soon as she hit the floor. Dropping the pan, I backed towards the door.
"I hate you," I whispered, and ran outside as fast as I could.
One thing was for certain; I couldn't stay in Riften. Surely the guards would find me and take me back to Grelod, which was out of the question.
But where would I go? I had no family, and no friends. I couldn't simply stay with a stranger.
I decided to simply leave the city. It wouldn't be so bad, I thought. At least I was away from "Grelod the Kind." I smiled. The thought made me happy,
As long as I was away from Grelod, I could be happy.
And I was. Until I turned 26, that is.
(A/N: Welcome! I hope you at least kinda enjoyed it. More stuff that happened to her will be explained. It's gonna be the Skyrim Dark Bro storyline, which i know is a great name, haha, but it will be different because this is Rosaline, and she's... different. I shouldn't say too much more. You'll understand soon enough. Anyways, next chapter soon.)